Sasha watched the scene unfold from a distance. This was his chance to escape. He started to back away slowly when he heard the girl start talking of werewolves, maybe she would know where his target was.... Slowly he stepped forward fist clenched. "Do you know a Robert Bradford?" He growled.

Grey jumped when she heard the man speak unexpectedly. Without thinking about it she punched him in the face.

Sasha recoiled blinking a few times and grabbing his jaw checking to see if it was broken. "You have quiet an arm on you, though I've seen better." He pinned her on the wall suddenly, yet took care not to hurt her. "But tell me, do you know Robert Bradford?"

Grey stared at him for a second. That was not the reaction she would've expected. it took her a second before realizing that he had asked her a question. "Well, to be quite honest, I don't really know anyone. The name does sound a bit familiar though." She rubbed some scars on her arm absentmindedly.

"These..." Sasha said rolling up her sleeve roughly. "He did this to you no?" A bit of his accent seemed to show through. "You know where he is, I know you do. Just think, we have time...I don't want to hurt you, but trust me I will if I have to."

Grey growled at him. "I have no idea who or what you're talking about!" She barked.

"Fear makes the wolf think he is bigger than he is." Sasha said. "Come on he is the head of the largest pack in this side of town." The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a amulet. It was a silver wolfs paw with crimson nails that seemed to drip blood. There was a snowflake in the middle of the paw symbolizing the Jotunheim pack, or the frost wolves as they were commonly called a rather common pack symbol around town. "Does this ring a bell?"

Grey had had enough. this jerk was straight out interrogating her! She bit his arm. hard. She instantly regretted it as the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, staining her pointed teeth a deep scarlet.

Sasha let go of her backing away. It wasn't that he was afraid, just leery. A dog with a taste for blood would likely attack again, not to mention he had been bit by a werewolf nonetheless. With luck he wouldn't turn, though if he didn't seek medical help then he most likely would. "Back down please, I don't want to have to hurt you. I just wanted some answers. There is no need to get hostile."

Greys eyes widened as she realized what she had done. "Oh god. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite you." She spit his blood out of her mouth. "Y-you probably won't turn, because I wasn't a wolf at the time... Oh god I'm sorry. I really don't know any werewolf packs. I've been approached by a few, but I've turned 'em all down. The frost wolves were especially interested in me due to fact I'm a silver wolf. It matches their symbol."