Sharpclaw gulped, silently reciting to himself the speech that he had been planning out for months. When Charlie had told him that there was no way for him to safely help them physically, he'd been sad. Dr. Collingwood was, as far as he knew, a kind-hearted individual, and the fact that the pack was too afraid to do anything about Bloodfang was maddening.

A teacher of his once said that all it took for evil to succeed was that good men did nothing. Now it was coming true right before his very eyes. Bloodfang's followers were everywhere. Standing up to him alone would likely be suicide, but if the whole of the sane members of the pack did so at once...

And that was why he had spent the last few months trying to figure out how to rally the pack instead of enjoying what was left of his childhood like Charlie told him to. And he thought - he hoped - that he had finally gotten it just right.

It's perfect, or at least as perfect as I can make it. Now I actually need to figure out how to present it and how to get the pack to listen to me...

A loud roar caught his attention and he jumped into the air.

Oh no no no no no no no-

"O Execrati of the pack! Today we shall finally carry out the task I have been faithfully pursuing for so many years, and avenge the death of my dear brother!"

Several of his sycophants cheered and snarled, coercing the rest of the pack into doing so as well. Sharpclaw heard the loud smash of concrete being shattered and the thumping of dozens of clawed feet on tile. He rushed after the noise, praying that his speech would work.

I can't hold this off any longer. Now is the time.