Elder Rollins's shoulders stiffened, and he looked at Dominic with an air of someone who was preparing for a long fight. Rolling his shoulders, he said to Dominic, "And what do you mean by those words?"
"You know what I mean; in fact, every single one of you knows what I am trying to say here." Dominic had been a member of the council for a very long time. Long enough to understand how to find his way in this labyrinth-like hierarchy. However, at that very moment, he just couldn't summon the energy to lower his head, tell the man to fuck off in his head and go on his merry way. "There were signs of shifters breaking into the town next to Mistvile. Enough evidence proves that the intruders who entered the town were shifters—shifters who could drink and suck blood—"
