"Bloody hell. This is bloody hell." One of the men cursed under his breath.
"What the heck happened in here?" Desmond shot his eyes twice.
"It's obvious that the chief has been attacked and kidnapped by the werewolves."
"They... They can't take him, they can't take my father." Lilian's quivering hands stretched to pick up the cloth on the floor. "Oh my goodness," Lilian quavered.
"Hon, what's that?"
"This is the cloth he wore a few hours ago at Joseline's wedding." Lilian stared at the cloth in her hands as questions sparked in her head at warp speed.
"Then there's a lot of questions to be answered here," Israel said. "I'm pretty sure that the security around this house is not for fancy. How did they gain entrance into the house and into this room in the first place? Why were all the security men outside and not on their duty post?"