Shaking his head, Wes said, "I never said a name." His expression didn't even hint at whether or not Justin was the werewolf he was talking about. "Who he was isn't important." There was an edge to his even polite tone. It suggested he wouldn't be swayed or pushed to say more. He had made his decision and it wouldn't change. "It won't happen again and he wants to be left alone." He understood the want for privacy as he never felt the need to surround himself with his own kind. Werewolves, however, were pack beings and he wondered if the boy would always feel like something was missing. Always feel alone. "I just felt you should be told."
Wes stood and walked over to the window Ana sat near. He leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. "She's fine, by the way," he said, tone indicating she should have asked. "The girl he attacked." He looked out the window, watching the city as it hurried on. "He'll be fine too. He just has to accept what he is." Not an easy task for some but an inevitable one for all.