<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie felt her heart race when she heard the names of the others who were there. She wouldn’t have imagined there were that many at all, let alone in one place. That knowledge made her feel like a piece of meat tossed among several tigers. What could she do if one of them tried to attack her, after all? And who was that Lady Luna? Missie wondered for a moment if she was Marcel’s… mate? Wife? She didn’t really know what the hell those creatures had. She then shrugged. It wasn’t like she had anything to do with him or whoever he spent his time with. “Probably?”, she murmured, seemingly a little suspicious. “What do you mean by probably?”.<br/><br/>Knowing that the others wouldn’t be allowed to feed off of her made Missie feel a little less scared. When Damian said he was a little starved, though, her uneasiness grew again. She could feel that he was indeed starved. But why? Shaking her head, she took a deep breath. <br/><br/>“Sarah”, she replied, her voice soft, when Damian asked her if she had seen the other girl. “I left her in our room when I left it”, Missie explained, looking at Damian and biting her lower lip. “You don’t mean that something has happened to her… that someone has taken her… do you?”. After this question, Missie fell silent, fidgeting nervously with a little piece of thread that was poking out of her clothes.</div>