Brute force can only do much

"Georgina… the Fourth… you people… I will not forgive you, people, for taking her away from me."

Xander almost forgot about Luca's death, even though that was why he was in this place. He was so busy fighting, getting distracted from the pain he could never deny. However, now that Ryder reminded him of his bleeding wound, it stung; much more painful than a wolf's bite.

The side of his lips quivered, letting out a low snarl. Xander stretched his neck from one side to the other, producing satisfying cracks no one could enjoy. The calm air surrounding him slowly turned thicker and darker, eyes shining in bright gold before a loud howl escaped from his mouth. 

His howl echoed in the night, warranting howls from a distance. Ryder didn't know what that echo meant, but deep in his heart, he knew whatever it was, it was not good.