Natasha laughed at the woman's empty threats. As if either of them were afraid. When Fenrir asked her, she shone with pride.
'In the street, right outside the Aurors office,' she said with a proud smirk. 'Though I must admit I had some help. Melanie was more than eager to hurt the traitor, and his mate. She distracted her with sob-stories of how she'd run from us. This one believed her.'
She laughed then, laughed at the woman now in chains. Laughed as Fenrir pinned her to the wall and licked her blood. And she shivered with pleasure as he talked of her with such pride.