"Who sent you?" Della made her voice as menacing as she could. The intruder glared back at her defiantly.
"Consider this a warning. We don't take kindly to your kind gathering in large groups like this."
"Are we breaking any laws?" Alexander asked, tightening his grip.
"Let's just say there are some unwritten laws that some humans, like my followers and myself, have taken responsibility for enforcing. For example, this many werewolves gathered in one place is considered an act of war, and we are responding appropriately."
Alexander and Della exchanged a look. What on earth were they dealing with here? A group of fanatics? Rogue humans? Vigilantes?
"How many of you are here?" Alexander asked. "We aren't looking for trouble. We are simply having a party. I worked at a record label and lived among humans for a good part of my adult life. Never had a problem. Most of you don't even think we exist. Why are you bringing war to a peaceful species?"
