Chapter 60: _Feeling Helpless
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.
But soon, with the guidance of the pack soldiers, the people were led out of the building, leaving the place empty within the span of a few minutes.
"Alpha King..." Gamma Zane turned his gaze to me just then, stretching his arms aside. "I was going to tell you in the call that–"
"What flimsy excuse could you possibly have, Zane?!" I snapped, my voice booming around the hall.
My hands were on the railing of the stairs that led to the gallery upstairs and if I gripped any harder, I could break them apart.
I watched as my uncle’s facial expression turned sour, but he managed to hide it behind a stoic mask.