Realizing that he was at the center of some unwanted attention, Book complied with the butlers request. Standing back with a growl, He concentrate on his inner mind, searching for peace. It took a few seconds, but he found it, and because of this, his body shook and shivered, his dark, black, fur shrunk until it was gone, his limbs also shrank in size and stature, reshaping themselves. Of course it was painful, but nowhere near as much as the initial transformation. He growled for little while as he was reshaped into what passed as a human being. Eventually he was back to his old self, albeit now with a scar across his left cheek, and a scar across his right eye, but the eye was not blinded in any means.
"Right, sorry about that chum, I tend to forget that most fellas don't understand us garou when go all beast form." His voice spliced a mixture of southern drawl and an English proper. "So, what I asked was, what in sam's hell are you people, and why I was I shot in the face for no apparent reason?" Again the spliced accents showed up, as if that's how he naturally talked, which of course was true.