[centre][b][h1][color=limegreen]Quinton[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]

Quinton had taken the time to change, to shift back to human and hurriedly dress in the  backseat of his car, the attack once more forcing him to make a decision-go after the wolf that had done this, or go and make sure that the teens bitten-jesus, talk about an instant pack-were okay, and protect them. In the end, it was Zoe's choice, however, and as she was going with the teens, so was he. He did however take the time to call Callie, the owner of the bed and breakfast, who was watching Abigale for him, to make sure that the witch, and his daughter, were okay. In the background of the call, he could hear the wolf-dog pup barking, and the tiny cry of Abigale shouting [color=lightyellow]"Remus! Sush! We're guests here"[/color] and he relaxed slightly. She was okay. 

He told Callie that he might be a while, that something had happened, but he'd still pick up Abigale tomorrow as planned. Driving faster then the speed limit, Quinton followed the sounds of the ambulances to guide his way to the hospital, every instinct telling him to go and hunt down the wolf that had done this, to keep his family safe. But once more he was running. Gripping the wheel tightly, Quinton pulled  into the parking lot, getting out, he stiffened as he saw a wolf nearby, but he relaxed just slightly, recognising it as one that had been there, helping in the attack. 

He glanced about for Zoe, and around the lot, the hospital, and searching for any sign of the wolf that had attacked approaching, to finish off the job. He doutbed he'd be allowed into any of the rooms, but if he could, he'd try to. There were things that Zoe and himself could do, to ease the teenagers pain at the very least, and they had to know what was happening. His gaze falling on the wolf, who obviously had no idea how to shift with will, and the confusion on his face, as he looked about, Quinton remembered how the young wolf had leaped into the fight, when one of the girls had been attacked. [i]Great. An imprinted teen-wolf. Just what we need right now.[/i] Strangely enough, his thoughts flickered to Zoe for a moment, and he shook his head. 

The wolf kept on looking towards the pink haired girl, Syleste Quinton recalled, and Quinton wondered if the boy knew her. Blind, he recalled. They couldn't leave the wolf-pup in the parking lot-someone would shoot him and that would just be more hassle then it was worth, really, Quinton hurried to the gurney that held the pink-haired girl, clicking his fingers to get the pup's attention. [color=limegreen]"Hey, wait, wait! She needs her seeing eye dog. She's been attacked, and he should be with her. He lost his coat, is all"[/color] Without waiting to see what happened, he tilted his head, listening, trying to catch snippets of information about the teenagers. He;'d just have to hope that the pup wouldn't spontanously shift back to human, and cause more problems, but at least there would be someone else ready to protect the teens. They'd have to deal with him, as well. The young pup needed to know the hierachy. 

Just how had this happened?