Isiah was growling, a low rumbled deep in his throat that only grew louder when the vampire turned towards him. "I could not tell you. But you have been about much longer than I have, Mariella, what other creature do you think it could be?" He said to her, tone bitter as he knew that Mariella was forcing to admit, or make it seem like there was no other possible explanation, no other possible perpetrators.
"I think that the boy should be examined. And should you wish. Mariella, you can speak to every member of my pack. We are not responsible for this attack. Besides, why would we target Lord Edgar? A man who, if he escaped, would know he had been attacked by a werewolf?" He asked, eyebrow raised, "There would be nothing to gain from it."