POV: Agent Smith
I snapped my fingers and every agent in the area stopped what they were doing.
"Listen up," I called out. "We have confirmed werewolf specimens. Protocol Seven is now in effect."
The Blackwood family went pale. Good. They needed to understand how serious this situation had become.
"Protocol Seven?" Marcus Blackwood asked nervously.
"Complete supernatural containment," I explained. "Every werewolf in your pack is now under federal surveillance."
"You can't do that," Ember protested. "We have rights."
"Do you? Because last time I checked, the Constitution doesn't mention werewolves."
I pulled out a thick folder from my briefcase and dropped it on the hood of a car. Photos spilled out showing werewolves from dozens of different packs across the country.
"We've been watching your kind for seventy years," I said. "Every pack. Every Alpha. Every transformation."
