While the Alpha and Betas were distracted by their new family member, Tavi saw to it that things ran like business as usual.  For the most part at least.  Alexandria’s injuries had kept most of the household preoccupied with her, which reduced the number of “parties” during the past week.  To avoid the spread of rumors amongst their guests, Tavi had managed to convince the rest of the family to host two parties just to keep up appearances.  Plus, he figured that it would be convenient to have some cash on hand after the sudden show of force from their feral counterparts.<br/><br/>Tavi had just finished stuffing the small stack of bills into a white envelope, which he promptly stored in a safe located in his bedroom.  As he stood, he felt the unfamiliar weight of his new firearm at his hip hidden beneath his shirt.  Last week’s unprovoked attack made him feel the need to procure additional protection in the form of a Desert Eagle .50.  He knew that it wouldn’t stand a chance at killing a werewolf no matter how good of a shot he was, but then again, that wasn’t the point.  When wandering in public, he would not be able to simply transform into a phase that was more adept at fighting.  If the Blood Runners decided to pull a similar stunt against him, he would be quite vulnerable in his human form.  At least with his new handgun, he stood a chance to slow them down or make them think twice before continuing their attack.  The heavy round may not kill them, but they<em>will</em>feel it.  Hopefully, that would be all he needed to buy him a few moments to make his escape.