Harding frowned, his face showing distinct anger. He wasn't liking the situation. He looked to the werewolf christened 'Nick.' He wasn't going to have this guy around un-watched, he could blow the entire thing, and was a danger just walking around.
He broke out his hancuffs, not really thinking they could contain the wolf, but it would help, at least mentally.
He pointed at Nick,"YOU! Nick, get over here. If you want to come along, you're gonna have to wear these. They're for your own safety and ours, if you won't wear them, you're gonna have to come in another way. Your choice..."
He knew this guy probably wouldn't react the best way, Harding's other hand rested on his Glock pistol's holster.
you very much
If a tree would fall in the woods.....would the other trees laugh at it?