A chilling smile spread over Ronan's face. "What about your friends? Were they children? Did they know how to take care of themselves?" he asked, while his eyes never left Ben's face. People always dismissed the danger with such pathetic sentences. Ronan had been a trained auror, top athlete and yet, he hadn't been able to do anything to defend himself or his brother.
He didn't think it was that simple. He had done all the research necessary, spoken to people, but the first transformation had still taken him by surprise. It had taken a few cycles before he had found the right combination of what worked and what didn't, of what tired him enough to drive the urges away but not so tired that the next day he couldn't move. "Werewolves don't like one another unless they are part of the same pack. If they are friends, they should be together, and if they have questions, tell them that they can find me here." He had no interest in explaining things to this man.
"I know that people are being attacked. I know how werewolves work. No more and no less," he said, "but there is little the Ministry can do. Packs move around, and they would have left after the carnage in Cardiff. They could be anywhere. No one will know until the next attack, and by then it will be too late." Hopefully he'd be close enough to catch a scent, something, but he knew that the chances were remote. It would take at least two cycles for him to get an idea of where they were, hoping that they didn't move again, or it would take much longer. "Werewolves are strong, difficult to put down. Your Ministry will have a hard time capturing them, regardless of whether they care or not." He smiled a little. "Thank you for your faith in my, but you should at least know a person before assuming that he can accomplish such great feat."