( Alpha Shilister's Office )
Soren stood stiffly in Shilister's office. His eyes never left Shilister, who sat behind his large desk, his fingers steepled together. The atmosphere felt heavier than usual, and Soren could feel a storm brewing beneath the surface.
Shilister's eyes, once sharp and cold seemed dull as he leaned back in his chair. "From now on," he began, his voice eerily calm, "no one will disturb you or Zale. The Silver Night Pack will be handled. I've sent my wolves to rescue all the shifters, and the Alphas of that pack will be arrested."