He struck each one as it got close enough. Some came at him together in tandem but it didn't matter. With the speed he could produce he could punch several of them with only a half a second delay between them. The ones who didn't attack first stood back in fear of the creature that dared to call itself human.

Scott seeing them begin to back away charged at them instead. Not having any other choice they attempted to hold their ground. Striking at him as he got close but the moment they did he dodged and parried with punches and kicks that shattered some of their ribs. They went flying back as a result while others turned to dust in mid air. Some of the wolves with enough brains to see that they were going to die began to run away. Only to be killed as they ran by Scott.

Within only a few seconds since they charged at Scott the ground was coated in a layer of thick ashen dust. Scott stood among it holding the last living werewolf by the fur around its neck. It wasn't even trying to fight back anymore since it knew it was going to die.

"Tell me where I might find them." Scott said.

"No."

"Tell me or I rip out your throat and let you bleed out till you die.

"Fine, you win. If you go down this corridor and take a left there is a wine cellar. Go down there and behind a barrel is a tunnel. It is connected to all of the other dens in London through the sewer system. We have all the entryways marked with crest of house malletone."

"Thank you." Scott said as he stabbed the wolf man through the heart with one of the silver knives. He then joined the rest of his pack as ashen dust.

Doing as he was told he headed into the wine cellar and down the tunnel. It reeked of human waste but by using his robe as a mask and running as fast as he could he ended up not having to deal with it all that much. He headed into the first tunnel marked with the crest and did the same routine of asking the first werewolf he came across about Silva's killers. Just like before they attacked him and it resulted in him killing the entire pack that lived there.

He continued through each and every tunnel in the sewer system over the course of several hours. Only a few were willing to give up any information but most of it wasn't helpful so he went above ground. He didn't have many places left to look and it's not like he could tell if any of them were his wife's killers without someone giving him good information.

Most of them looked similar enough in their wolf forms that he couldn't pick out one from the other. All he could do was hope that someone would know who it was and the way things were going he may have already killed them. He didn't care though. His eyes burned with hate and anger that wouldn't be quelled by anything other than revenge.

Scott walked into the last place he knew of. An orphanage for werewolf children run by some older lycanthropes. "Excuse me sir, may I ask as to what you are doing here?" One of the older men asked as he walked in.

"My name is Scott Langston. I am a part of the Agency and need to speak to you about a certain matter."

The man could see the anger behind his calm words but seeing as refusing would do nothing for him he nodded and gestured towards the back room. "We can talk in private. Children please wait out here."

"Of course."

"Well, what can I do for you Mr. Langston?"

"A group of about ten or so werewolves killed my wife this morning. I was hoping you might know where they might be."

"That would be a question for one of the larger dens. Plus, I would need more to go off of than that if I did know anything."

"Well, that's the problem. I went to every den in London. Took all bloody damn day and the only answer anyone would give me was a set of claws."

"Does that mean you are on the run from them?"

"No, they're all dead."

"I see…"

"Are you going to attack me as well?"

"You sought out the culprit and we're met with violence. I don't believe you were wrong. However, I cannot allow you to kill anymore of my brethren. You will not find who killed your wife here. You may have already killed them and not know it."

"I am assuming that's a yes."

"Correct." The werewolf replied as he morphed into his wolf form.