Khaat wound her way through the dark, twisted, evil passageway and found the foul smell led her to the basement of an abandoned building. She found herself face to face with a much larger pack of werewolves than James ever had. She had caught them unaware and they didn't have time to surround her. She watched them transform before her eyes, ready for battle. The stone around her neck began to glow and shriek. Her wand was drawn and at the ready.
"You were a fool coming here alone," he growled at her, so far transformed that he was barely capable of human speech anymore.
"Was I?" she asked, unphased.
"We'll rip you apart!" he told her. "And then where will your blessed father be?"
"Without me, I suppose," she shrugged. "Either way, it ends tonight."
"Indeed," he said. "Let's do end this! Kill her!" He ordered his pack at her. Some of them flung themselves at her, and the stone fired repeatedly, killing them as quickly as it could fire. And what the stone wasn't firing at, she was, with her wand, firing as many killing curses as she could, as quickly as she could.