A few of his kin were already in their wolf forms, and he feared the absolute worst. Little Rylan calmed him, somewhat, and he turned to stare her down as she explained, quickly, what had transpired. [b]"I...believe you, Kuzucuğum."[/b] The mighty animal straightened up, hackles lowering, and he turned his gaze over to the vampires. He looked down at the dead fledgling, gave it a sniff, and closed his eyes, shifting back into his human form and standing up. Normally, he could come back from his wolf form generally neatly, but with the speed with which he had transformed in the first place, his cheap white t-shirt was in tatters, torn too quickly to be seamlessly assimilated into his form like the rest of his clothing usually did. In the split second it took to shift, his upper body always changed first. He chuckled a little at what might have occurred had the pattern gone the other way, eyeing his shirt good-naturedly. He nodded to his pack, "My apologies for thinking any of the pack could be disloyal," and returned to the vampires. 

"Nathaniel. I am glad to see you protecting our own. I will do the same." He knit his brows together. Were the coven so distant of a family that they would kill their own without a second thought? Would strike out against someone their mother has called friend? Riley was no mother, however, and they not her children. They did not act like they had such ties, symbolically or literally. Mehmet had, of course, biologically fathered a few members of the pack, and they were some of his most loyal members. But that had been more out of business as the alpha than a desire to raise children with someone. His pack was dwindling when he'd first taken over as leader, and it was his duty to make it strong again. A woman of the elder circle had been open to it, but Mehmet had to request that she never tell her children who their father was, for fear of them expecting, and likely receiving, favoritism. But that was years ago. He crossed his arms at Riley and turned to his pack. "Some of us will be fighting very soon. I will choose, and the others must stay back. Horatia, you will stay here to keep the pack safe while I take Rylan, Michael, Andre, Francisca and Kate to go with me." He stared Rylan in the eye. "You stay at my side. You, others, come with the four vampires to hide in the lounging glade for an ambush. You will hear humans approaching, cowering in the bowl of rock. Strike when you hear my howl."

Determined to keep his pack at its utmost safest, he swept his gaze to lock onto Riley, before the trigger-happy whelp from before was kneeling and proclaiming his fitness for combat. Mehmet listened to his words and growled deeply. "You are a newborn to me, and nearly more human than Immortal. How important you must believe you are to claim your place as so worthy a warrior." The ruined fabric of his shirt strained against the intimidating span of his chest as he breathed in and out slowly. "Ill will or nigh, I demand only the strongest to fight. A great warrior may hate werewolves, but only when the truce is finished. A great warrior is no greater than a suicidal infant when he strikes against us when he needs our help." He waved a hand at him. "Aptal çocuk."

Finally, he turned his attention to the more pressing matter of speaking with Riley. "Nothing to add, except to watch their hands, even when captured. They are tricky and hide many weapons." He extended his arm, and displayed a long, arching scar along his bicep. The thin wound there was mangled, as if the cut were made during a great, thrashing struggle. "A human hid a tiny silver blade in a ring. Barely an inch was all it took to do this."