"Wouldn't it depends on how many there were?" James asked. "Given enough werewolves, they could have split up. She wouldn't have been much of a challenge anyway, because she was worrying about the baby."
James straightened up and looked at the pictures. Such a pretty girl and now, she'd be with savages. "Christ, she'd be luckier if she were dead." He couldn't imagine witnessing all of this and then being taken prisoner by the very people who killed her family.
"She's going to become one of them." That felt worse than anything else he had seen today.