It was still pretty bad. He was asking for a fucking werewolf guinea pig.
“Blood is no problem. As for the test subject, I will offer myself. I can also help with at least one trustworthy person. Our pack doctor, while he has limited equipment, he is knowledgeable. And he can do whatever your doctor needs him to do, with proper instruction.”
“I’ll—” Tony started to say something, but cut off at the sound of a phone ringing. The human reached into his jacket and pulled out his phone, answering the call. “What is it, Liam? I’ve only been gone for like thirty minutes, surely things haven’t gone to shit yet.”
Liam…Barlowe… Yes, that was his last name. If Foxx was remembering right, the human was both a handler and…technically, the Deputy Director of the Houndside Hazard Hunters Guild. Only the man never did anything for the second job, unless Tony was out of the office…or so Foxx had been told. His interactions with the man had been so limited, he honestly didn’t really know.
“Tony…” Liam said grimly.
“What happened…?”
“What we were hoping wouldn’t happen soon has happened. The Vinley Pack is terrorizing Palace City in Oregon. Like the vampires, it appears as if they have gone insane.”
“The whole pack? All sixty-seven of them?” Santiago gasped, his eyes wide in horror.
“Who…?” Liam asked.
“Just answer the question,” Tony sighed.
“Yes. The whole pack. Children…included.”
Foxx cursed. Santiago’s face, on the other hand, crumbled.
Tony took a deep breath, looking as if he needed to compose himself. “Are we sending hunters?” the human asked, his voice raspy with emotion.
Then again…Harlow had told him that the man had a soft spot for children.
“No, Day Lancaster has already dispatched hunters to the city. They are…currently taking care of the…” the man hesitated. “The infected, I suppose. Like the vampires, these individuals seem off.”
“Anything else?” Tony asked.
“No…”
The human grunted. “I’ll…be out for hours longer than I assumed. Keep me updated if there is anything more.”
“Will do.”
Tony slipped his phone back into his pocket.
“All…of them will die…” Santiago murmured softly, his voice sounding hopeless. “If not by the hunter’s hands…then hours later, just like my nephew.”
“I’m sorry. I really am, Santiago,” Tony said slowly.
The werewolf stared into the human eyes, seeming to scan the man’s face, as if looking for some falsehood…but after a moment, the wolf nodded. “Let’s…let’s do this. I will go to this…Doc’s place. We can’t save this pack…but maybe this will give us the chance to save the next.”
Harlow cleared his throat and pulled out a piece of paper, one that Foxx knew had Doc’s address on it. “This is where you will find Doc. I’d suggest grabbing your wolf doctor before you go, as it’s best this isn’t discussed over the phone.”
Santiago took the paper and looked at Tony. “When the time comes, if you need help giving out the shots, no matter if it’s to save vampires or werewolves, my pack is ready to help.”
“Considering we don’t know who we can trust, we will likely need all the help we can get. Thank you.” Tony held out his hand.
The wolf shook it, before nodding and leaving.
“Are they sure they don’t need us?” Harlow asked.
“Liam would have said if they did.” Tony growled. “That bastard, Maverick.”
“Doyouneed us for anything?” Foxx pressed.
