Hungry eyes gazed up at Catherine, then glanced away pointedly. "There's still time. Three little piggies remain but the big bad wolf only needs one to squeal." He eyed the ghouls as they crawled back away from him, sensing his killing intent. "So let's ask once, who hired you?"<br/><br/>The ghoul with the caved in chest gasped and sputtered, struggling to answer as if its life depending on it. To be fair, it entirely did. The ghoul with the severed legs, piped up to answer in a dirty, rasping voice. "Malvora, it was Malvora."<br/><br/>Gabriel narrowed his eyes and looked over at Cat. So it was the White Court...but Raith didn't hire them. "Why Malvora? What about Raith?"<br/><br/>"Raith knows nothing." The pitiful voice continued, almost pleading. "Its all Malvora and that's all we know, we swear!"<br/><br/>Gabriel pondered this for a split second then stood. He sauntered over to the ghoul, predatory and confident. "Crawl away and be out of my city by daybreak. If you're not gone, I'll find you and I'll put the little piggies to the slaughter. I have your scent now. Remember that and never return." Gabriel crouched and stuck his face in the ghoul's threateningly, then stood and turned away dismissively. "Time to leave before NYPD shows up. This is something you're better off not having to explain."