Ozias was definitely not expecting that. There weren’t many men that would have been able to do such a thing, but since Strange happened to be an acquaintance of his fathers, there wasn’t much he could do to stop him. He’d only ever been manhandled by much larger or older werewolves, and this astonished him.
“You’re still not allowed inside.” He frowned, and moved to stand in front of the entrance to their Den. Soren wasn’t home yet, and Oz was in charge of the family.
Stephen looks at the young were and then just stands there for a minute. Normally he would not have touch the youth anyway but his temper was getting the best of him and he shook his head as well as rolling his eyes “Where is your father then? I have business to discuss with him about a certain magical amulet he has in his position. I will have my questions about how he plans to use it answered.”
He takes a deep breath and cocks an eyebrow at Ozias and then tilts his head “What do you think I want in there besides that?” Stephen chuckles and shakes his head