Ronan snorted, and then smiled. "You are a pup. You're young. How old are you? Twenty, twenty-two?" In fact, Atlas reminded him of James and Dylan. "I also know that you aren't a child. I'd be talking to your parents otherwise."
He softened his tone. "Bad things could happen if you registered, but horrible things will happen if you don't. I'm not even talking about me or the Aurors. We are trying to protect the werewolves as much as we can, but we can only protect the ones that are registered. The others are criminals. Anyone can come after you." He sighed. "I can't promise you a perfect life, or even a fair one, but I can tell you that we don't follow you, not once we know that you aren't involved with the pack that's been killing people."