Sam passed the garage door for the final time, he stood once more mere feet away from Rick, his hold on the present moment grander then anyone could imagine. Sam broke down the possibilities at hand, what would happen, what could happen, and what should happen were all possibilities, but uncertainties. The teenager, of only nineteen, more of a man then most his age, stared down the man who stood beside the body of a monster, not a werewolf, but a true monster in any form. His eyes scanned those present, and Rick's body language, several times before he took his first action. He stripped himself barren of cloth a midst the few who lingered in the front of the property bearing witness to the scene that had previously unraveled, and now beginning to bear witness to the oncoming conclusion to it's consequences. 

Sam shifted, his figure in a momentary pulse of pain that, within itself, shifted into a writhing pan along his skeletal system that gave way to his lupine form. His dark fur shook a moment as the inner beast stood with a ready body, in case any were to jump at the chance to fight, and while he never knew if one were to jump or not, he continued on as planned and hunkered himself low to the ground, almost as if to submit and cower to Rick, but he then quickly unleashed his body. The tightly packed, ground hugging, wolf jumped into a wide stance. His legs spread far and sturdy, his back elongated and held high, his muscles tightened and locked up, and the wolf's head was thrust straight up into the air. The stagnant silence int he air was broken by a call, a long eerie, but alluring call echoed throughout the property and it filled the ears of every wolf for at least a mile. The deep, but penetrating tone of the call was known by all shifters. This was the call of a dead Alpha, and a separating pack. It would pierce the ear, and the inner wolf, of every shifter and it would give way to those who were loyal to the monstrous man named Luke, and those who were fed up, and ready to leave the pack. Sam stood stalwart and waiting in the front yard for any and all shifters strong enough to admit their readiness to leave the Claymore pack.