"Okay," Patience said after a moment. "Yes. I know a werewolf named Fred. And he's a very good friend of mine, so if anything were to happen to him because I told you..."
She trailed off, trying to harden her expression, but she didn't succeed in looking very threatening. What was the worst thing she could do if he hurt Fred? Tell Chastity what she knew about him, probably. What he looked like as a person, and where she'd seen him.
She heard a soft growl, and realized that King had returned to her side. "It's alright," she told the dog, reaching down to touch his furred head. To John, she added, "You're not going to hurt Fred, right?"