Orson
He watched her drift off to sleep. Had she just remembered that he was a bear? He couldn’t be sure. His bear was fighting to get out, knowing that while she was safe he could hunt down the man who did this to her. But he fought his instincts; he had to be smart about it to protect them both.
This guy was obviously the leader of a gang, so he was not a lone stalker that had attacked her. He had backup and that backup could ruin all their lives if he didn’t handle this right. It wasn’t just him and his sleuth in danger here; he had to think of the other shifters too. They might not be best of friends, but they had a certain loyalty towards each other, even if it was fraught with diplomacy and a certain love-hate relationship between the leaders.
Plus he was still unwilling to leave
