The moonlight danced among the werebeasts midnight scales, his golden eyes transfixed on the Vampire in front of him, aa if he was contemplating what to do.
When she spoke to the guards his attention returned to those damned Hunters. Another rumble echoed through his chest aa he stepped forward with the other front limb; this time more tentatively than what he was with the first. His right arm had a distinct line of crimson running down the inner side, the faint smell of older blood drifting into the air.

The wings flapped once more, followed by a growl and a whine as the left wing seemed to fold back into a safe position. The beast was wounded... but what could have wounded him?
The beast looked to the Vampire again, what seemed to be like trickling fog etched from his clamped teeth before the feel of energy rushed through the cell.
For the guards, it all happened in a split second, a bolt of condensed energy shot between the two of them. One of them stepped back while the other one seemed to laugh.
"He's wounded. And weakened like you are. He's harmless." He said, looking to his friend, "I doubt he'll be able to do another blast like that. That took a lot of energy by the looks of things."