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"You're taking us captive?" Smith asked, grimacing at a sudden twinge in his shoulder. He touched a hand to it. When he pulled his fingers away they were gold with ichor. Still bleeding.

He wiped his hand off on his trousers and squinted up at the talking werewolf. "Why?"