Our bond is rather unique," Blackwell says, voice still cheery, smile unfaltering. "You might even call it modern. Is she alive?"
Oh!" he claps his hands together. "Wonderful! Truth be told, I had feared the worst. Your kind has a... well... let's just say you have a reputation for being rather ruthless to those who encroach uninvited onto your territory."
Despite the delight in his voice his smile hasn't changed. It doesn't, you notice, touch his eyes.
"Might I inquire as to her whereabouts?"
He tilts his head slightly. "You don't know?"
"We met her. We told her to get out of our territory. She did. End of story."
"How curious. She has not been at her apartment since the night, I believe, you encountered her."
"I don't know where her apartment is," you say roughly, trying to play the part of the gruff, mean werewolf. "But if it's in our territory, it's a good thing she hasn't been back."
"Ah... I see. Forgive me. I don't know the particulars of your wolf culture. If she can't live close to where your pack has made residence, then I'll arrange to have her moved. Something outside the city, perhaps? Would that be acceptable?"
"Wait. The fuck? You decide where she lives?"
"Of course. She's mine."
You lean back. "Yours?"
"A dear friend," he croons softly. "Who, it seems, has got herself quite lost."
"Or... maybe she was sick of you and left."
"No." He dismisses the notion with a wave of his hand. "I did not give her permission to leave. Now tell me, where did you last see her? What state was she in? I imagine by now she must be rather hungry. Poor thing. I do very much hope she's still alive. But she was never the brightest. I fear she may get into trouble alone."