Angus was scanning the faces of Fenrir's pack, and he recognized Dennis, the girls' biological father. He had one of Tom's large goons under control, but the man stupidly tried to escape from him. Dennis managed a fierce werewolf growl, took hold of the man's head and gave his neck a quick snap. The man fell limp into the snow, out cold. Angus was concerned for a moment.
"He's not dead," Edward told him very softly. "The big git's fainted. Brave, that one. What few seers abilities I have are still telling me he's very much alive.
"You know where to take them," Fenrir said. His pack men nodded.
"Why don't you tag along with me?" Dennis called to Jack. When Jack was with them, the men began apparating out, and Dennis took Jack along with him. They got to a London slum, and in an alley was a livestock lorry waiting, with the engine running.
"Get in there," Dennis told their 'hostages. "We're hungry."
"You're not going to...You can't just...we're all human, after all...." one of Tom's thugs stammered.
"You might be, but we're not," Dennis said darkly. "You're just a lowly human. We're werewolves, or have you forgotten already? Get in there." He pointed to the back of the lorry and the other people from Fenrir's pack forced the hostages into the truck. When they were all loaded, two of Fenrir's pack slammed the doors shut and locked them. Dennis tossed the truck keys to a friend of his from Fenrir's pack. He looked at Jack, and they walked a few steps away from the lorry.
"Two things," he told Jack. "When you live outside year round, you aren't moved much by weather. We can navigate this better than you can because we've had to. You lot aren't safe to do this. We are--but we sure do appreciate not being out in the cold after that tainted meat we got. Anyway, in case you're wondering, the lorry will drive them around for awhile until they're cold and sufficiently lost and afraid. Then we'll turn the lot of them over to the aurors. That will delay them coming back probably until the storm's over because the aurors don't come out in this crap. So once we get back to the estate, you'll probably be able to safely kick your boots off for awhile and relax. You all did good today--real good. That could have gone to hell in a moment, but it didn't. Your crew makes the aurors look like nothing more than a clean up crew, but maybe thats' how it should be. Oh, and when you see Donohue again, tell him that my girls could never be in safer hands. He's a good man. My dad would have said he's got one hell of a lot of moxie, but he's got even better friends. Let's go home, shall we?"