Just as before, Quintin's rage was dwindling and he could see past the red again, all around him stood black werewolves, but they had more wolf like ears, and red eyes.
In front of him a white werewolf, he then looked at his hands in them he held an arm but only what was left of it.
"Did... Did... did I just eat this arm!?" He yelled "O fuck! I'm a cannibal!"
The group of wolves around him looked at him confused, this enraged animal suddenly freaking out about something that was normal to them.
"You!?" He looked at the white wolf, she turned to him "You fed me an arm!?"
"Get yourself together cat, were on the front foot here, almost done" She smiled.
Quintin looked up but fell when he saw the helicopter hovering closely above "Fuck! That's too low! Tell that asshole to pull up!"
Naomi heard all of Quintin's words, her ears sagged, he didn't change after all, not by much at least, her heart in sorrow now, how could she attack the man who gave her everything she ever needed.
