Green Park was one of the Royal Parks of London, an oasis of greenery that nestled between Hyde Park and the gardens of Buckingham Palace, the three of them together forming one long chain of nature within the depths of urban London. But whereas the gardens were always the preserve of mortals, too-closely watched for the supernatural to risk more than cursory visits, and where Hyde Park was a grand neutral ground under the dubious oversight of the faerie, Green Park was a fell place.
In the 15th century, there had been a leper's burial ground here, and for the next three hundred years it was one of the most dangerous places in the then-outskirts of London, a place of murder, robbery, and rape. Humanity had fenced in and gentrified the area, but the spiritual desolation of Green Park was not so easily healed. For long, it had been the domain of spirits too violent for most werewolves to bother with, though a few years ago a pack of the Pure had taken Green Park and put it under their dominance, claiming the Locus at its center. That locus, an ancient Yew tree within the confines of the park, was said to possess so dark an aura that birds wouldn't nest in its branches, and the homeless refused to sleep beneath it, for fear that they would never see the light of morning.
In short, it was a dangerous place for a meeting, and doubly so given that Michael and his Pack were violating another pack's territory. For this reason, it had been decided that Michael should be the only werewolf going in directly, and the others would hang back, close enough to rush in and help, not so close that it would cause trouble they were hoping to avoid.
I leave to Michael to decide whether or not Ilkin accompanies him. Wits+Politics if you want to see what else you know about the local werewolf pack. If you have any Pack members detailed, you can have a second werewolf with you as well.