Clawed hands clenched into fists so tightly that they began to bleed and the slow drip, drip, drip was all Soren focused on. It had a calming effect on the Garou, one he was certain his pack mate would pick up on. Absently he let his senses wander in hopes of picking up their nocturnal friend and at least getting a start. He doubted the rag tag crew Delilah had just introduced them to would be of any use at all other that getting in the way and then feeding the worms when his wolf wasn’t up to dealing with the idiots.
Markus watched the Ministry’s pet dog and had to wonder how the hell it was supposed to do them any good. Everything he’d ever learned about werewolves said they would lose their minds and kill anything they could. And perhaps the more important question: if the god damn ministry had known this werewolf could have taken care of the problem why in the fucking hell had they not sent it sooner?! If they had maybe his kids would still be alive, maybe more of the students, the Herbology teacher, hell, maybe they’d all still be alive!
He stalked off behind the woman how was apparently in charge, wishing with every fiber of his being that he wasn’t stuck in this god forsaken school. The only thing even remotely appealing about it was that he might get a second chance at killing the murdering freak himself. He waited as patiently as he could while Delilah cast her spells so he presumed they could speak about whatever plan she had in mind for keeping them all alive. The questions his guard had asked and the professors were the same as the one’s the Captain wanted to ask and have answers to. ”What’s your plan then?”