Exton

When Mistress Nyx pauses, there is a murmur of noise. Jeb moves in front of the door as several patrons begin to move in that direction. Similar movements are made to block the other exits. Ob asks people to retake their seats.When some shake their heads a low growl cuts across the beginning chaos. Heads turn to Ob, but he is looking at the young man standing in front of the stage.

When people still do not move, the growl grows louder, more dominant. Some sit in whatever chair is closest. Others move back to their tables, covertly watching the young alpha.

"Thank you. Some of you know me, others know my Pack. My Name is Marcus, son of Gerome Blackpaw, grandson of Sheila Silvertip. I stand at the Left Flank of my Father. Those who know Pack Law, know what that means." Several heads bow. Other shifters, sit back, listening.

"I speak on behalf of my Pack, and on behalf of my friends, who are here on scholarships and far from Home. I grew up here, in the protected lands in Southbend. I stayed here to go to college. Do you think that just because the currently chosen prey is human, that you can ignore this?" He looks around the room watching a few people frown and look at the doors. "Humans are easier prey." Some glance toward the humans mixed in the crowd."No, I don't mean the ones here among us. They know what we are, trust us as we trust them. Would you betray that trust by ignoring what has happened already? If so, I pity you. This is our Home, Haven to so many Others. We do NOT want to lose this. Tell me, if you can, where else is there a place like Exton? Think before you turn your backs, or run and hide your tails between your legs. Southbend will join the Hunt for them, no matter who we pair with.

As for the creatures Doctor Mortuis has spoken of, DO NOT SEEK THEM OUT. The ones you take down may not be the ones you seek! There are two Ghouls who have sworn vows to harm no living being. They have lived peacefully among us for many years. DO NOT HUNT THEM. How many of us came here to leave behind the fear of being killed for our skins? Or because one Rogue had us all Hunted? Exton has a Covenant that ensures any who would live here in peace would be unmolested, unless they break the rules. Because of this I know of a Demon who brought his human family here. There is a Troll of the Western Plains who crossed a Realm to come to our school. How many more do we not know? Who are at risk because of these murders? We cannot allow them to make us cower, to turn us into prey. Some of you are not members of Our communities. I say this to you... It doesn't matter. Break Our laws, Hunt peaceful members of Our town, and you will be subject to punishment. Is this clear?"

Marcus sits on the edge of the Stage. There is a thrill of fear that raises the hairs at the back of his neck, but he shows consolidation with the three Alphas onstage. He watches as heads nod, many of them older, and hopefully wiser, than his own. He looks up at the pale woman and nods to her.

"My apologies for intruding, Mistress Nyx."