The truth was that Emory wanted very much to kill Tobi, it took all the self-control he had to resist snatching Tobi's head off his body on the spot.
The only things Emory had ever killed were, cockroaches, mosquitos, fallen angels, and the God of wind and air; Zalos, he had never killed a human or a person before and he wasn't about to start now, no matter how angry he got.
Tobi plastered himself against the wall, hoping it would give him some cover or at least swallow him, it would have been better than having to face the monster who stood in front of him.
Werewolves hunted in packs, the power of the wolf was the pack and the power of the pack lies in the wolves as well, together they was nothing they couldn't hunt down, they could take down anything if they set their minds to it, but they were somethings that were inhuntable.