"Werewolf," he muttered. "You're a werewolf." "Ding, ding, ding," she drawled sarcastically. "Give that boy a prize." Kat moved to his bed and pulled the wooden box from his weapons bag to flip open the top and show him the missing shells. The box had been full when he put it under there and now he knows why it was sticking out from underneath the bed this morning when he returned. "Silver is lethal to you guys." Sebastian snatched the box back. "What the hell could you possibly need these for?" "For the infected wolf in the basement," she said. "Infected?" he asked. "A wolf not like me," she said. "Rabid, monster, they're the kinds of wolves you hunt and we hate." "I see no difference," he snarled. "And that right there is why you don't belong here," she said. "I'm out of here, hunters are so stubborn you're not going to listen to me anyway. So I won't even bother wasting my breath." Sebastian moved to block the doorknob. "Who said you were leaving?" "I did," she snarled. "People here actually care about me! They will skin you alive if I suddenly go missing. Derek knows about us ..." "US!" he snapped. "Sorry Cujo but there is no us." Kat scoffed and shook her head. "You are all class Sebastian. This is why we don't associate with hunters, small-minded assholes that only care about killing me and mine. Now let me go or I will scream! Maggie will call Derek and he will very much enjoy tearing you limb from limb." Sebastian considered his options but could only think of one that made sense at the moment. So he stepped aside and opened the door to let her leave. She's right if she and Derek are werewolves then there are definitely more of them in this town. Werewolves tend to run in packs and they're incredibly territorial, if he took on one of them he'd be taking on all of them and he wouldn't even limp away from that fight.