Patrick stood at the edge of the pew Lochlan was at, arms crossed over his chest. Werewolves? Really? "This is horse shit..." He said, loud enough that it was purposeful but not loud enough that he was yelling it.
The silver burns were harder to explain but that didn't mean Patrick wanted to believe this. "Ok, Doctor, what research did you do for this? Did you pick through memories of old monster movies? Because I'm gonna need something a little more concrete than 'I think we're werewolves'... Do you just happen to have medical books on werewolves at your disposal?"