Atticus and others have a conversation related to hunting as if they have not seen me here with them. It is about how they can cope with werewolves and their strength without the use of their guns and silver bullets. Just their strength and ability, and others they have learned from their training. Then, one of them informed them all that I am with them. Thus, they had stopped, but still thought I cannot manage to report it to the Alpha. They are all sure I cannot escape with them.
"Every werewolf that we have can't go back to their pack anymore," said the man at my side. He did not look at me, while his face was just straight in front. He sounds serious.
"Either they die so we can't handle them anymore or they will be at the hands of the scientist who will examine them."
I am about to respond, but I have heard Atticus announce. "We arrived at the laboratory," he said calmly, looking at the window.
