"Oh, I should be dead." Jack said, not having problems throwing that out there. "I'm not. Obviously I've got more going on." he said, which was true. He had vampires at his disposal. "Also not the point." He looked at Patrick after glancing at the others. "You're right to question shit. Because seriously. Who the fuck is this guy?" he asked rhetorically, motioning to the doctor.
"The werewolf thing, I get. And here's why. Obviously the silver burn thing tied in with the senses makes sense. Also, yeah. Werewolves? That's fucking ridiculous but we live in a world where zombies are outside the walls. So what's really off the table, at this point? But here's another thing." he said, then paused as he scanned the room again.
"Anyone else feel the tension in here? Because it seems to me, boys, that you could cut it with a knife. I'm not good with Mr. Armed With Paperwork here calling shots. I'm sure you lot wouldn't be fully on board either. Or with me. Or anyone but you, if you had your way. Am I wrong? Because I tell you this much," he pointed to Micah. "His hamstring is lookin good to me. Yank that and he's down, and maybe he'll stop trying to play leader. Anyone else feeling like that? Anyone else had more violent urges, or is acting out of character? This isn't too far off for someone like me, but I know enough to know I wouldn't cripple the guy for trying to take the lead. But it seems pretty important at the moment."
He looked back at Patrick. "So. You experiencing any dominant urges you didn't have before?" he looked at everyone else. "Is anyone not?"
"I don't know if you lot know much about wolves, but there's a pack, and there's an alpha."