Johnny was taken aback at that, he could smell the resentment and anger pouring off of Spike and it made him worry that he might now be sharing a room with a wolf hunter. Some of the hunters had similar stories, of werewolves going berserk and killing families, turning children, but those wolves were usually put down quickly by packs in the area. Weres were like humans in that regard, they had nuts and serial killers, rapists, child- well, there were good Weres and bad Weres. But, unlike human society, Weres didn't have prisons. There was only one way to deal with those types... Johnny had heard the stories of course, every pup had, but he had never met a survivor/victim before. "I'm sorry," he said truthfully after a long pause, never breaking eye contact with Spike. "Maybe... You should think of joining a pack?" And maybe he should learn to mind his own business! Johnny glanced over to his night stand where a picture of his pack mates stood, all dressed to the nines and smiling happily. They had been at an art show for one of the girls, it was her debut and the entire pack had shown up to give their support.