"-the FUCK!?" Danny yelled. They're NOT together? And he just- oh shit! He sprang forward after the werewolf as it charged. He had no idea what the fuck was going on- but he knew that wolf would annihilate his target unless Danny stopped him.
Danny jumped in a rugby tackle, tumbling into the beast. As they rolled across the ground, Danny realized that entering grappling range with a werewolf was not a great idea.
As Danny ended up on the bottom of two, he wondered if he would regret this choice.
But he wouldn't have to find out, as a voice called out. "You don't EVER fuck with one of my boys!"
A black SUV had pulled up next to the prone bald man. A dozen gangster- types with serious firepower were standing around it. And on the roof of the car, a scarlet robed figure with two shining pistols.
Parker Robbins. A.K.A. the Hood. "Uh oh" Danny muttered.