"No," Edward said with a wry smile. "That's intended to throw you off the scent. There are pack members there but not him. He's taken a piece of her clothing. I can smell her perfume and I can feel a bit of her energy signature. He's straight ahead of us, and no doubt he's watching us right now."
"This is who the Mighty Lupin sends?" An echoing, mocking laugh filled the area. Lee and his aurors raced to join them. Edward held a restraining hand to hold them behind him. "An old man?" The sarcastic laughther filled the air.
"That's right. That's all he can muster," Edward shouted. "So come and kill me and go get her--if you can. That's all you need to do--just get past me." There was nothing but quiet. An eerie deadlly quiet. Angus drew out a crossbow out of his pack and resized it, along with a quiver of arrows. "Hand it here, Son. You take the mace." Angus drew out a solid silver mace and resized it. Both weapons were formidible. The trees parted and the werewolf emerged, transformed.
"I come unarmed and you bring weapons?" he laughed.
"As you said, I'm an old man," Edward said, loading the arrow into the crossbow.
"No!" a pack member shouted from the distance. "Look out! Its Donohue! He's not just an old man. Its Donohue!" The werewolf stopped in his tracks and paused. Any werewolf who didn't think twice at the name was just foolish. Edward held his position, with Angus right beside him, already spinning the mace in circles to get the silver spiked ball spinning on the heavy chain.
"You didn't say you were Donohue," the werewolf said.
"You never asked," Edward said, readying the crossbow. "And you've come against my family. That makes you very dead. So, shall we do this and get it overwith? I don't lose. You didn't come tonight to get her. You came tonight to die."