[Will steadily meets his gaze. The alpha posturing does nothing for you, Richie. It wasn't a bluff, he meant the threat, but hadn't expected to actually have to use it. He finally lets him go with another shove.]

You won't have a choice. Kill or injure anyone with that gun, and things will be worse for you.

[He began to head out, forcing himself to keep his fists unclenched.]