The quiet murmurings of their fathers by the fire place drowned out like pleasant white noise. Hope had gone to visit her mother for a few days which left the men and teenagers to their own devices. Beth nuzzled her nose against Remus's shoulder, making the werewolf smile. Moony was content and relished in the gesture. While he was sure it wasn't really canine, Moony took it just so. His pack had added two new members, one of which he considered his, and his alone. While Remus tried to use logic, the wolf had simply ignored him and rested his head contently on top of hers. Moony nuzzled the top of her head and she seemed to be enjoying it. Something about her balanced the man and the wolf in him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Constance spied something advancing towards the house from the woods. He held up his hand to gesture to his friend to be quiet and slowly walked up to the window. Fenrir had sent out a scout looking for them. And he had found them. He was confused for a moment as to why he hadn't reported back to Fenrir and was making his way towards them. He smelled it in the air then. Female wolf. His daughter was so content that she had been giving off pheromones that attracted other wolves. Maybe lucky for them, it was the right kind. The kind that would end up dead before making their way back to their Alpha. There was no telling how these humans would react, but to keep them and their neighbors safe in the long run this needed to be done. Constance clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth once, as quietly as he could. Beth's head snapped up at him in attention. He motioned with his eyes towards the window and then down to the coffee table in front of her. She unwinded herself from Remus and carefully got down on her knees to retrieve a whip like rope from underneath the table. Remus didn't know what was going on, but he could smell the tension in the atmosphere. And something else. He discreetly took another sniff at the air and determined that it was another werewolf. Panic set in. They were muggles. They wouldn't be able to defend themselves—
Beth put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed. Her eyes begged him to stay there and stay hidden. He didn't like this. He didn't like it one bit. She made her way towards the door, carefully padding as not to make a sound. When she reached her father, he signaled for her to take the pistol hidden from view and tucked in his waist. Constantine was no longer and active Hunter, but his daughter was talented and had a lust for revenge that needed to be quenched with wolfs blood. She tucked it in behind her back and handed him the leather cord. Beth closed her eyes and concentrated her body to release more concentrated wolf pheromones. Behind her on the couch, Remus closed his eyes at the sudden onslaught of protectiveness he felt over her. His alpha instincts were switching into overdrive and he had to control it.

Beth crept outside, letting her hair flow loose to the top of her peachy bottom. She released more pheromones now, luring the unsuspecting werewolf in. She knew that while he was drowning in them he would not know his own kind from hers. He would be mindlessly making his way towards her. The need to mate driving him insane. It was her greatest weapon. She backed back into the house as he neared her, eyes a solid, glowing amber.
Beth sprinted and it chased after her.
It should have been paying better attention. Constantine knocked it to the ground like an angry bull and tied the werewolf up like a Texan at a ranch. It snapped and growled viciously at her. The threat was in the den. The threat is in the den. Her wolf was on edge. Slowly forcing her to turn to protect herself and her people. Beth cried out, falling to her knees as a violent reaction towards the werewolf took place. Her canines split her lower lip in two places and her hands were slowly turning into paws lined with white fur. "Beth," her father commanded, "calm down." Constantine watched his daughter struggle as he dragged the werewolf down to the basement. His only thoughts while tying the beast down were about damage control.

When he returned, Remus was trying to comfort and calm her down. "You might want to step away, son." Constantine warned. It infuriated Moony. She yelped out in pain at the involuntary shift. Remus stepped back, his eyes haunted with worry. "Involuntary shifts are often triggered when a werewolf enters a hunter's territory. He must have spooked her badly. She's having the kind of reaction that only comes from being in the presence of multiple werewolves." He should have been, but he wasn't really paying attention to what the man was saying. His only thought now was of the pain she must be enduring. Remus wanted to ease that for her.