Once Michael's statement was written down, he was left in the room with the door locked. He would be dealt with later. The cat shifter was warned, once, to take her normal form or be put in a carrier. When she didn't oblige, Russel put her into one of the smaller kennels used for transporting sick pups. Handing Lucas his shirt back, he started booting up his tablet, though the younger male couldn't tell if it was to write an e-mail or make a phone call.
“It may surprise you, Lucas, but I actually have my runner on a pager. A lot of the New York leaders, especially in this area, are wary of technology. So, I use as little as possible around them…which means having a runner take a message to all the packs." Russel sighed in annoyance at that last part, as it was obvious it took ages for all
