Steven Grant had been ready for a nice night, watching one of Jake's telenovas while wolfing down on takeout from a new vegan place Marc had somehow known about.
Well, that had been the plan, until Khonshu alerted that he needed them to go out, urgency in his voice.
It was really never good when Khonshu was worried.
So they went, Steven staying in control as with delight he used the rooftops as his avenue of travel. He was still getting used to all of this, whooping with delight after crossing a huge divide with a single leap, Marc and Jake quite amused as they watched. They can hear the screaming from St. James Park before Steven makes his way to street level, those who had been at the park in the evening running away to safety.
He hears the roar before he sees the beast, and Steven can't help but stare.
There is a werewolf.
A werewolf.
In London.
If he wasn't on his way hurrying towards the thing, Steven would have let out a laugh. Said werewolf wasn't particularly doing much, snarling at the last few people making a break for it while circling a random tree. It was taller than Steven would have thought, black fur shining in the lamps surrounding them and covered in what he hoped was only mud. Dark eyes snap up when Steven, in his shining white suit, slowly approaches it with his hands raised.
"Hello there chap." Steven didn't have any experience with dogs, but figured keeping his voice even was a good place to start. "What's all this fuss about?"
The werewolf snarled in response, crouching down as it regarded the shining figure. It wasn't sure why this person radiated the power from the moon, and they didn't scream at him. The figure began to step closet, and the wolf snarled again, stay away stay away stay away.
"Okay, right, gonna stand right 'ere." Steven froze in place.
You're going to get us killed Steven, let's just knock the thing out.
It has big teeth.
"You're objections have been noted." Steven hissed dryly, pulling out his truncheons just in case. The wolf snarled, but paused at seeing his weapons, and Steven slowly moved one to his left. Those glittering eyes followed it, and Steven was suddenly struck with an idea.
There's no way this is going to work Steven.
Steven just whistled, giving his weapon a good toss to his left. The wolf pauses, regarding Steven with a cautious look, and on all fours sprints after it. It's a tense moment later when the wolf comes bounding out, truncheon clenched firmly in his jaws. Steven just can't help but grin, kneeling slightly with his gloved hand outstretched. Ever so slowly, like a skittish pup, the wolfman comes over, one semi-pawed hand taking the weapon from his mouth and shoving it into Steven's hand.
"Who's ready for more?"
If you told Steven that he would be playing fetch with a wolfman, in St. James Park, for almost four solid hours, he would have laughed in your face. Yet here he was, having the time of his life, and judging by the way the wolfman had started to reach out and touch his coat and mask, seemed to be having fun himself with all this. Oh Steven was in love, and couldn't wait to write this all down for posterity.
It would have to wait though, the wolfman changed back to his human self when he realized too late that the sun was coming up. Marc, having been co-fronting with extreme interest, fronted long enough to have his cape form, wrapping it around the other before they decided the best place for him to sleep was Steven's flat.
"A werewolf in London, I am never letting up on this."
We know bud.
Think he plays fetch like this too?
Steven laughed, and disappeared up onto the rooftops.