"I have done no such thing!" Isiah spat at her, his hackles still raised and the vampire's words hardly forgotten. No, they rang in his ears and Mariella would be lucky if he did not choose some manner of revenge. "No more so than Mariella's... kin."
But it was useless to talk to her, to try and reason with a mad-woman and her blood-lusts. He turned to the boy, too young to have replaced his father and not as smart, but surviving an attack by whatever creature roamed the night, Isiah had to admit, was impressive. "Lord Edgar... I am sorry." He said, turning to the young man and trying to calm himself, "I hope the young man will make a recovery. But I can assure you that such an attack was not committed by me, I promise you not by my pack." He said, "Although others here would tell you it was not so due to their own prejudices." He added with more of a snarl.