Willow started toward the door, unhappy and just plain pissed off. Who would go through all the trouble to kidnap a werewolf, well, while it was a werewolf. Sure, Oz wouldn't be that hard to capture while he was a human but once the beast inside him came out, he was a hard fight. Willow's thoughts turned back to the blood on the walls, and the fur everywhere. She shuddered, as if the cemetery wasn't cold enough. Kennedy wouldn't help her, Buffy wouldn't help her, she just had to figure this out herself.
"She's coming for you," Veruca said, looking at Oz. Oz didn't like the fact of Willow coming to "save" him. Especially if she was coming alone.
"Good," he lied back to The First.
"She's not prepared. She's nervous. But still, she comes. Am I the only one who thinks that seems a little ridiculous?" Veruca continued, never leaving her eyes off the werewolf.
Oz shrugged. "I guess so," he said back, following Veruca's gaze.
"Well then, the witch will have to pass through my boys," it was a voice that Oz had never heard before. It appeared right next to The First, but Oz could guess who it was. All the potentials were talking about a "Caleb" who had arrived in Sunnydale.
"You must be Caleb," Oz said to the man in the reverends outfit. "But no one said you were Father Caleb," he added, kind of grinning. Caleb gritted his teeth and looked at Oz.
"I don't like to play games. Especially with a boy who can't even stay normal three nights a month. Anyhow, your friend should be arriving about now, so I have to take my leave and go watch her be killed," he said, with one last smile. Oz just stared at him.