"Why" I asked impatiently.
"Because he said, it's what's he is owed" another breath, I knew the leg wouldn't kill him, but no doubt it will hurt like hell for a while.
"Who is he? Who sent you here?" Shane asked-still calm
"I do not know his first name, only his last- Alpha Roberts!" Then he collapsed, probably from blood loss. I turned to look at Shane and Nate; Jason had left to get some clothes from the guards so that he could shift.
"So what do we do now?" I looked back to the man wondering what we should do with him.
"Nothing, I suppose. We will wait until he wakes up and ask some more questions" Nate shrugged.
"And until that happens? We what - wait around for the next attack?" replied Jason, coming back in only wearing a pair of baggy jeans.
"No. I call round some local packs
