A handsome maroon-haired man emerges from the room with his arms folded over his chest, looking aggressive yet suitably relaxed, looking a lot more like a bodyguard than the high-ranking position he actually is.
Steele and Griffin weren't about to allow Wren to be completely defenseless against these three vicious people. So he has been standing in the background, mindful not to interrupt proceedings but close enough that he can get there to protect her if the need arises.
"Please"
Griffin gestures with his hand, but his tone leaves no room for interpretation. He will pick them up by their necks and throw them out of the pack if that is what it takes.
"What are we meant to do now Wren? You cannot do this to us. We deserve something, anything"
"Frankly, I don't give a flying f*ck
