Tommy quickly put his clothes on, as the younger Blake kept asking questions about what happened.
"I don't KNOW what the fuck happened, alright?" snapped Tommy.
"What do you mean you don't know? I'm NOT gay, Tommy! And until tonight I never...you know...TURNED into whatever it was that we did," Blake said, a bit miffed.
With a snarl, Tommy picked Blake up by his throat, pinning him to the wall, "You want to know what you are, Blake? You're a fucking werewolf. I made you a fucking werewolf tonight. I'm the fucking alpha of this pack. Now I'm going to let you down, I'm going to pick up those fucking needles, and I'm going to go talk to someone who'll be able to answer some of MY fucking questions. Once I do that, I'm gonna come back here, and I'll take you to the pack, probably tomorrow. Now, if you don't like that answer, or any other fucking answer I give you, I will tear your goddamn throat out, you got that?" He unceremoniously dropped Blake to the ground, who simply laid there, head bowed in submission.
"Yeah," whispered Blake, not meeting Tommy's eyes.
"Good. Don't get in any fucking trouble while I'm gone, or it's your ass," Tommy said threateningly. He picked up the darts, pocketing them and headed out the door.