Her voice was as invigorating as the blood soaking him from the fight. His smile widened despite the silver chain now cutting harshly into his throat. His arm snaked up behind his head and wrapped around the taut chain, pulling back against the third man trying to choke him out. The silver was enough to burn and weaken him substantially, but he was no stranger to being bound and weakened. Using his grip on the chain he threw himself to the side, which further wrapped the chain around his throat, but let him get to his knees enough to launch himself at the third man. The screams lasted longer this time, and when he stood, chain still wrapped around his neck, his muzzle and claws were dripping with blood.

He turned, eyes blazing with...worry. Worry, and pain, and rage. Beryl was nearly motionless in the van, but he could still feel her. And standing impossibly still in vaguely shimmering bonds was Dan. Dan, who had lied to them. Who had tried to take away his person. Dan, with a gun in his hand. Nathaniel spat out a hiss and inched forward to stand over Beryl.