I waltzed back into the event hall building, drawing out my phone to make a call.
I ignored the curious gazes of the elite wolves in the ballroom, heading upstairs as the number rang.
"Hello, dear uncle," I said with sarcasm in my voice when the owner of the number, Gamma Zane, finally picked up. "Do you mind telling me how a masked witch was able to make it past security? What happened to you and all the men that I–"
"Everyone, please leave!" A familiar voice boomed around the hall just then, forcing me to pause my ascension up the stairs.
I turned my gaze downstairs just in time to spot my uncle strutting into the hall proudly with his chest puffed up, a few pack soldiers following around him.
"The situation has been taken under control but for your own safety, you should leave!" The Gamma continued with a loud voice, causing the people to murmur.
