Thyme hissed. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Plum? They're already outside. They've been on standby for days. I thought he would have lost it way before now. Anyway, go get yourself fixed up. Have one of the healers do it fast, the Wolves are on the move." The werecat shook his head and strode away, likely to join the Hunt Team.<br/>There wasn't any real reason for him to join them. He had no particular strengths, and certainly none that would be able to compete with the sheer ferocity of the White Wolf. But it had been a long time since he'd left PMHQ, and even longer since he'd gotten the chance to kill some of the Wolves. No doubt the fools had found another reason to wage war on everyone but themselves, and Thyme always enjoyed sinking his teeth into the warmongering pups.<br/><br/><br/>Silas shook his head at his wife's words. "A good man is one who cares for his family by tilling his fields, planting crops, and caring for them until they bear fruit. A good man does not kill, or maim, or torture. I have done all of these things. For the sake of my family, yes. But I have done these things for my own selfish reasons as well. I am not a good man, but as ever I strive to be a great man in my wife's eyes." He smiled, but the smile disappeared as rapidly as the halls filled with swelling power and fear.<br/>"He was a werewolf." He said with a shrug, just before his face went blank with realization. "No. He was the White Wolf. How in the Seven Hells can they let him run anything...?" He said with disbelief. He and Kallista had only encountered one other White Wolf, and Silas still had several scars to mark the occasion, as did Kally.<br/>"I suppose he was lucid enough when I met him, but now I think on it, he may have been barely holding it together." He rolled his shoulders. "I hope they can control him."<br/><br/><br/>Mallow placed a hand on his chest, looking shocked. He even gasped convincingly. "My dear lady, I am offended! I pride myself on being a gentleman thief, I'll have you know. Why do you think I dress in such finery," He gestured to his signature graham-cracker patterned jeans, and burnt tan hoodie. "And live in such lavish hideouts as this?" Another wave of his hand, to the rest of the small space behind him. He chuckled dryly, knowing he was being ridiculous. "It's a pain to get an untraceable phone these days, so no contact. Your boytoy will be fine. I've seen what he can do, and it'd take a lot more than some Wolves to get him. No need to worry."<br/>He turned from her, downing the contents of his glass in a single gulp. "But, I am afraid, I do not have much in the way of entertainment in this particular safehouse, as being connected to the outside world would make it a less-than-safehouse.<br/>"So tell me something, Cherry. Why continue to play this game with Kai? I'm sure the elemental already laid into you about it, but it would be all-too-easy for him to kill you." He sighed, turning back to face her and leaning on the wall. "I know you don't think he will, but Kaienne has never been the most stable individual. You know what his parents did to him. A man like that can take a lot in the way of pressure...but everyone breaks eventually." He stared at her for a few silent moments before suddenly asking. "Hungry? Thirsty? Whatever you vampires call it?"