"Enough!" The Everett Patriarch's voice reverberated through the hall as he slammed his cane on the floor. His gaze was stern and indifferent, mirroring the same expression Zhane often wore—a clear indication of where Zhane got it from. Even in his advanced age, his authority and power were as strong as when he was in his prime.
"I did not call you all here to listen to your opinions. I called you to tell you my decision and to warn you all not to get involved in Zhane's private matters." His voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable weight that none could overlook. The pressure he exerted made everyone feel like wolves submitting to their alpha, knowing that defiance would be met with swift retribution.
"This matter ends here. You are all dismissed!" The Patriarch gave a final, warning gaze before snorting, "Hmph!" and resumed sipping his tea.
