Jon slowed his steps as he reached the treeline, placing them as quiet as he could. From his spot, he could hear Nate although he didn't see him; he took in William dangling precariously from some tree branches. The most startling thing about the display before him though, was Gerard, crouched low and--growling? Jon took another step forward.
Inside his head, Gerard felt startling like Tommy - the emotions rolling through a stream of white noise - but Gerard was projecting a tense mix of anger and frustration around the need to bitetearbleed. All of a sudden a certain long-ago conversation with Lazzara popped inside his head.
"See, Gabe Saporta is under the impression that I am a werewolf. And I would like your help in keeping him under that impression, if that's at all within your power."
Werewolf.
Gerard.
Somehow Gerard hadn't turned, but was still running on his werewolf instincts from the way thoughts were rolling around Jon's head. He watched as Gerard took to circling slowly around the tree.
Stalking.
"Fuck," Jon muttered to himself. They weren't equipped to deal with this.