Even on the eighth knock and Deucalion still didn't answer the door, Sebastian took the paperclip he carried around with him out of his pocket and picked the locks. When the chain was left, he shoved the door with his shoulder and broke it. With age came wisdom. With being a werewolf came brute strength.
Inside, the house was disturbingly quiet. He motioned for Allen and Tim to follow. He wanted back-up just in case Deucalion went on a rampage. Lucy followed them.
He glared at her. "Lucy, go home."
She lifted her chin. "No. I have a right to yell at him."
Sebastian looked at Tim. "Can't you do anything?"
The male shook his head. "I like my balls attached to my body."
"Good," Lucy said, patting his arm. "I'd hate to have to rip them off. Now let's do this so I can get back to my baby.
