Ronan froze when he heard the question. He could lie, which he didn't like to do or tell the truth to the person in charge of the department that was supposed to protect werewolves. He looked at Ben for a moment, and then back at the woman.
"I'm from the Netherlands, and I am a werewolf," he said, not sure if Ben had told them. Strangely, it wasn't something that Mandy had asked me. "I was turned five years and a month ago."
"I've been travelling a lot since then," he said calmly. "I've been tracking down the people who changed me and killed my brother. They've moved from country to country. They led me here to England." He didn't mention that he killed a few of them and had every intention of killing the rest. "I offered to help when the attacks became more violent. It's how it started in my country, and I found myself with a job."