Time to play my next move

We froze the moment we stepped out. 

Dad and grandpa were sitting on either side of the desk with a chessboard in the middle. None of them passed us a glance but I knew they were well aware of our presence. 

"About time you played your move," grandpa's eyes were on the wooden chessboard but I felt the words were directed towards me. 

"What's your next move?" I questioned.

He turned his sharp squinted eyes in my direction, "You tell me, Eleanor, what do you think about the filthy creatures."

I clenched my fist tightly but kept the neutral face, "Ironically that's exactly how the werewolf who tried to kill me in the woods addressed you."

"Eleanor, that's not a way to talk to your grandfather," Dad said calmly. 

Just then the door opened and everyone else walked in. 

"What is happening here?" Mom asked sternly looking at the four of us slowly.

"Our little Eleanor seems confused," grandma said moving