Biffy had learned well enough by now that there really were certain advantages to his werewolf form, for all that he and his wolf had often battled one another. He had never expected, however, that one of the advantages was that the spell seemed a bit neutralized. Wolves, after all, were not known for their ability to sing or dance. Certainly, he felt the urge to howl now and then, but it was blessedly mild.

Good thing too, as there was a hunt about to begin. Though their source had been reluctant to be known or to be of any further help, the simple knowledge that they were looking out for a demon was place enough to start. It gave him a trail to follow, one of facts and evidence, that told him where to set his nose.

And now he was following it to this warehouse.