She felt a vibration in her pocket and ignored it, she knew it was her father telling her she could do it.
It was true that was exactly her father's reply, Beta Jean raised a bold and strong girl and he didn't fear what would happen, he knew that Lisa would stand for herself, and since she was merely a sixteen-year-old girl the werewolves were not going to harm her.
That thought passed across Lisa's mind as she walked to the meeting room saying excuse me to the wolves who were still strolling as if they had all the time in their world.
Harold was behind her trying not to trip as he was busy thinking about how Lisa was walking or held high while all he could think was how much the stares from the werewolves were burning his back.
