All of the staff at the mansion all stood with their heads facing down, lined up in front of their boss, whose hard glare sent daggers down their throats.
"How many staff where on ground during the period my guest left the Mason?." He calmly asked, sitting across from them legs crossed.
The helpless staff all exchanged hopeless glances at each other looking for help. In a desperate state, they all looked to Talon to answer the question.
"We were a total of twenty five, except for myself who went out on an errand for the young Miss." Talon informed him, petrified of the bloodlust seeping out of the alpha.
{He seemed more at ease over the phone call, I actually imagined he was taking the situation maturedly.} She pursued her lips, and took steady breaths, ready to protect the humans present if need be.
