Edward knew the pack rules and the right of dominance. He was just waiting to see how the others would react. The other werewolves seemed to freeze, and, finally, tired of waiting, Edward raised his axe and walked along them, one by one, his axe raised, ready to take out who wasn't going to submit. And one by one, they submitted, but not before he stood in front of them ready to strike them down as he had struck down Benjamin. He used an alohamora spell to open the floor to ceiling window.
"If you want to live, you'll get out of my house," he told them. "If you ever come back, you will be killed before you can get anywhere near any of my family again. If you decide to stay here, you will be dead within the next minute. You have one minute to leave my house and my property. Anyone left here after that is mine. Your time starts now."
He watched them panicking and racing to the window to leave on the run. He never moved, never lowered his axe, stood solid, ready to strike anyone left. He glanced to Angus on the floor.
"Get up," he told him steadily. He wanted to, but he was soaking wet in Benjamin's blood, and it was slippery. And when he tried to get up, his bad shoulder wouldn't hold him to help him get up. His mind was numb, and he wasn't sure why.
It was Marcus and Brian who went over and helped him to his feet. Marcus turned Angus's face to look him in the eye.
"You're alright," Marcus told him, starting to check the mark around Angus's neck. "No broken skin that I can see. You're one tough bloke, you know that? Not many can go toe to toe with a werewolf and live. Well done. You'll feel better with a shower and some clean clothes." Angus nodded, trying to pull himself together.
When all the werewolves had gone, Edward stepped over the mess and closed the window and latched it and discarded the bloody axe on the billards table. Then he went over to Angus and wrapped him in a huge, iron strong hug.
"If I hadn't..." Angus began.
"No regrets," Edward cut him off. "He wasn't human. I don't know when it happened, but he lost everything that it means to be human, and I'm not talking just about the werewolf within. He was a monster through and through. I did what had to be done, flat out. Look at me." He looked at Angus in the face. "What matters to me is you. Nothing else matters. Just you. All of the rest of it can burn to ash or wash out to sea. You're all I care about. Understand me?" Angus nodded and found himself hanging onto Edward for a long moment in the silence.