Kathrienna turned slowly as Render, the alpha of the Chicago wolves, came into her club and waded, unseen, through the crowds of humans, towards the stairs that led to her VIP section. The vampires did their part to keep him at bay, and her heels made a loud clacking as she went to set the wine glass down. Seeing Render's challenging stare perturbed her, and she did not appreciate her coven. Witches had warded the area against humans, so they didn't know of the creatures working underneath their very noses. The short trail of her dress moved behind her, the V of her dress low and showing off her voluptuous curves. She wasn't some stick figure, anorexic beauty. No, when she'd been turned she had been a healthy woman in her prime, and would remain that way for the rest of eternity.<br/><br/>"Silence," she hissed, fangs exposed behind full painted lips. Her eyes were crimson as they challenged the vampires, and the wolf, to speak against her. She was well over three centuries old, and contained considerable power, since her Sire was one of the Original vampires. Cain, Mikhail, Samael, and Nikolas were all slumbering through time, too old to deal with the trivialities and the surge of human population. She had been the last vampire to be turned by any of them, and even though she wasn't as old as some, she was far from weak. She clicked her tongue. "Now, now, must we trade insults Render?" she purred, once her coven was under control.<br/><br/>Her perfectly sculpted brows snapped together and she inclined her head, beckoning. "Come." She looked over at Jordahn. "You as well." She wasn't stupid enough to be alone with the alpha, even if they had a treaty. Her hand trailed lovingly down Thomas's arm. "Make sure my people behave themselves, hmm?" Looking over at her guards, they silently faded away, called off per Render's questions and by Kathrienna's command. Turning, she went towards her office, away from the VIP section, to somewhere more private. The walls were reinforced steel, immune to prying eyes and ears, with bullet proof, tinted and double pane windows that barred daylight and shielded her sufficiently.<br/><br/>Inside, she moved to sit behind a long desk, one leg folded across the other. "Jordahn tells me he was investigating something, and now here you are accusing my coven of attacking yours. Explain." Straight down to business. Kath gestured to the wet bar for the wolf. The blood-infused alcohol were tucked away behind locked cabinets, so as not to confuse humans who partook in business with her, let alone the occasional wolf. Jordahn stood beside her, his posture no-nonsense and void of any guilt.<br/><br/>"On my patrol tonight I came across a corpse. A wolf. Its..." He hesitated when Kath glared at him and cleared his throat, cowed. "His throat had been torn out and it was apparent he had been drained of blood. It wasn't long before the pack's alpha discovered him as well."<br/><br/>Kath turned from her fledgling and settled her cool, non judging gaze upon Render. He was an impressive creature, of that there was no doubt, and even in a more hulking form, he commanded order and pride and Kath had always been fond of that. He wasn't afraid of what he was, of the power he wielded, and it was something she admired.