Greyback had been in a terrible mood lately.
On one hand, he had been forced into hiding by the Aurors and the Watchmen. On the other, Albert Runcorn kept berating him viciously, accusing him of incompetence.
Did Runcorn even stop to think? With the motley rabble under Greyback's command, biting a few Muggles was one thing, but could they possibly stand up head-on against properly trained Aurors?
Runcorn had even ordered him to assassinate Murphy Darkholme. What a joke. Runcorn himself could not take Murphy down, yet he wanted them to serve as cannon fodder. Did he really think werewolves had no brains at all?
Beyond the mounting pressure from the wizarding world, Greyback had noticed that his pack had become harder to manage lately.
First, they had heard that some werewolves could transform outside the full moon and had even attacked Aurors. The werewolves under his command—including Greyback himself—were stunned.
Those werewolves could transform whenever they wanted, and they apparently could control the transformation, even retaining their sanity!
It was what they had always dreamed of.
If they could do that too, they would not have been driven into such a desperate rout by the Aurors.
His followers began to suspect that a more powerful werewolf leader was guiding those people. Recently, the more belligerent members of his pack had started looking at him with barely concealed provocation. His authority was gradually slipping away.
Second, they had heard that Mercy Wizarding Hospital had opened in Diagon Alley and could treat lycanthropy.
Though it could only treat wizards in the early stages of infection and was of little use to those who had been werewolves for a long time, the doctors there were reportedly werewolves themselves. They would not face discrimination there for being werewolves.
That made the weaker members