In the depth of the night, while most of the guests had made their way to their assigned rooms after the ceremony and after the chaos of the unknown female sexual scent that had hit almost every unmarked male in the building and sent them into a state of sexual confusion, the hallways had gone entirely quiet. It was 2:46 am, and except for the patrol werewolves on a few select floors, the Silver Pack High Tower was completely silent.
A figure walked down those seemingly quiet hallways, his shoes barely making a sound against the polished floors, his broad back and silver head disappearing through a set of double doors tucked deep into the innermost part of the building.
When the man entered the room, two elders still dressed in the ceremonial robes from the marking were sitting inside, waiting with visible impatience. The moment he entered they rose to their feet and greeted him in unison,
"Good morning." The elders were none other than Elder Halvrek and another Elder, Solomon.
