Gregory paced around in the confines of the warehouse the meeting was to be held at. He was nervous. He felt like a caged animal, sure the space itself was big, but there were no windows, in consideration for those of the party allergic to sunlight. A low growl escaped his lips as his eyes flashed gold for a brief second, he could hear footsteps, barely audible even to his own senses. The lighting was dim, enough so that a human would be running around bumping into things. Whoever was approaching was probably one of the other parties. Gregory turned to look over at the people he had called with him. Both of his Beta’s and both of his children. Again, the urge to pace slammed into him. All of his instincts where telling him to take his people and get out of dodge before a trap was sprung on them. “Why did I go an’ agree to this again?” he growled under his breath as he came to another step between his two betas. He hated the thought of dragging the thought of any of his pack into this mess, it just made it worse that the people he was dumping into the middle of it happened to be close to him. Gregory’s eye wouldn’t stop their gold Blaze, every muscle in his body was sprung to leap into action if the smallest threat even hinted at coming into being. Marie skipped behind the two heads of the court, much to her father’s irritation. The girl couldn’t help but smirk as she picked up on the emotion. In her own opinion, the asshole needed more than just this annoyance, he needed a quick boot up his ass. But alas, she had promised her mother to at least try and play nice to the man who had impregnated the witch at 19 and then refused to have any association with either Storm or her daughter. Well, of course, until he wanted something from said daughter. And him being who he is, would not accept no for an answer….She had tried, multiple times in very ingenious and creative ways to squirm out of this. One of which included bee hives, bears, a bus with faulty brakes and a large bundle of iron construction pipes accidently falling onto the Oberon’s head. And if he wasn’t well, Oberon, at least one of the plans should have worked. But she’d be damned if he didn’t have a hell of a defense. But even after all of that, Oberon was still well enough to insist on her participation. Out of all of his offspring, and he had a good number, the fae lord was stubbornly set on Marie being the one to go to the coexist project as the ‘heir’. The halfing gave said Lord’s back a small glare before she skipped harder, making all of her jewelry make tinkling sounds. She had, of course, refused to dress formally for the very formal occasion; she had tried to tell the Jerk off that she’d need more time to dress the way he wanted her to. But of course, he wouldn’t bloody well listen to her. So now she stuck out like a sore thumb dressed in her ‘gypsy’ attire she wore at her establishment. On the bright side, the tinkling jewelry, which had iron in it, seemed to irritate the living Hell out of Oberon. Again, his irritation made her smile on the inside. She glanced vibrant green eyes at the other two representatives the court had picked out, and wondered again, for the umpteenth time who they were. She hadn’t had much time to talk to them. She’d been running late to get to the pre meeting, and so didn’t get any introductions, just a glare and a shove into the back of the vehicle they had used to get to the warehouse. From the darkest end of the warehouse, the feeders began to lurk towards the center of the building. Vladmir led the way, silently, his feet barely ghosting against the ground as he turned to give the crew behind him a glance. Honestly, he didn’t really much care who went to the project, well except for his daughter, and that wasn't much. He considered her old enough to be her own being, no need to be coddled by her father, who wasn't into coddling as it where anyways. All he needed from the project was for at least some of the humans to survive, at least enough for his people to feed from. The rest of the individuals in the city? Yea, they could burn in Hell for all the damn’s he gave. But of course, it would probably not be well for the other, his lip curled some, flashing a fang at the thought of the other two groups, to find out his feelings, so he’d officially handed over the Coexist project to one Mr.Witherstone. In his own opinion, as long as he didn’t have to deal with it, it would be an acceptable truce. He was just here for show, he would stand back and let Mr. Witherstone take the lead and be in charge of the introductions. He paused before he let his voice sound, just loud enough for his little flock to hear his voice. “Now, do be on your best behavior.” He spoke, at least trying to look like he might care a little bit. With that, he swept into the part of the room where the other two factions had gathered, one nervous werewolf alpha and two court heads glanced up at him as he came forward. He didn’t take notice of anyone else, only those he perceived to be in more or less equal power with himself. A tense silence fell over the room as the three groups took each other in silently.