Cole glared at her as she gave him her basic 'get your shit together' speech. Any other night he'd have found it amusing, but Ezra wasn't picking up and every second they wasted was one more moment the Wendigo had an opportunity. He said nothing, not wanting to waste time bickering with her. He threw on the offered helmet, in spite of commonly opting out of such head gear for practical purposes, and hopped on behind her, grabbing her waist to keep steady as they pulled out of the garage and started racing back to the club.<br/><br/>Distantly, he realized there were holes in this entire premise. They didn't know if the Wendigo had even been summoned yet. Maybe there were rituals that needed to be performed. Maybe it was tethered to the stone somehow. Were they intelligent and methodical, or single minded killing machines once given a target? The problem was they just didn't have enough information yet, and now that they knew the target, all other concerns were secondary to making sure the queen was secure.<br/><br/>Being bound as he was, Cole was actually aware on some level that Ezra was by no means helpless. He likely wouldn't have been as fond of her as a mistress as he was if she had been weak or timid. Instead, Ezra always carried herself with a poise and grace that suggested that she was refined, but lethal. Cole wasn't sure what her full capabilities were, but he knew only a fool would underestimate her. The other side of his thoughts was motivated purely by the oath. It didn't matter if she was powerful or not. She was being threatened directly and every cell in his body had only three goals: Make sure she was safe. Destroy the threat.<i><b>Kill</b></i>who was responsible. They were not options. They were immutable truths. He frowned from within the helmet and pulled the burner phone again, pressing speed dial just to see if maybe the screen would display that Ezra had picked up. She didn't, of course. He cursed something in an old tongue and then pocketed the phone again, his hand returning to Cat's waist.<br/><br/>As they crossed the bridge again, Cole looked out over the water. He had planned to try and extract some information from her here, but plans... oh how they do change. He wasn't sure what her angle was, and he was still relatively sure she was keeping relevant information from him, even now, but she wasn't a suspect anymore. She had had ample time and methods by which she could have sabotaged his efforts, and even if her goal was to maybe get him across town so that the Wendigo could do its work, she wouldn't then turn around and help him race back to Ezra. In any case, Cole didn't know everything about her people, but he could figure by her subtle reactions and the myth of the creature itself that her people would be<i>first </i>in line to see it destroyed. It was anathema to their existence. He paused at that and then tapped her waist to get her attention, raising his voice over the wind rushing past them, "Your people know about the Wendigo... do you know how to kill it?" Once again having to rely on Cat for information, and sure to only get half truths in return. The woman<i>infuriated </i>him, but if they had any chance against this beast, she would have the answers.