Hekhem was just about ready to rip Dax' arm off, and the look he gave the alpha betrayed that much. He didn't like to be touched. Nothing personal against the werewolf, but he didn't like to be touched. He finally forced a smile as the murderous intent disappeared along with Dax' hand and nodded.<br/><br/>"As you wish, Alpha. I think it might be a good idea to..."<br/><br/>He fell silent and watched the two younger werewolves in disbelief. How the hell had these wolves survived at all? There was no lunge, no pounce,nothing even close to aggressive behavior. Wolves didn't wait for the bell to ring, they went for the throat at a moment's notice. As the girl Claire passed him to go outside he gave Silva a look that said it all: If you don't attack her now while you have the advantage, I will, and there will be nothing left of Claire.<br/><br/>"Now."