At the voice everyone turned to the restoration door that they hadn't realized had been open about three hours ago. There and looking at the was the surprise of the hour. No, it wasn't the ascendant or even the falci showing up.
Of course, the woman was not controllable and maybe she had found her way back in because of the Mustafa breach, but that was just not it. Even Angelo stood there like everything never made sense anymore.
From the legs right to the hair on the fucking head, there in front of them stood one of the finest species in the werewolf world. Where in all hell had this creature been? He wasn't wearing a suit, as expected of everyone who made entries.
On his feet were Nike sandals, not sure there was a Nike factory in Alexei, but goddamn. The hairs on his legs and the way his calved popped out was just about enough to make anyone who appreciated those, fall in love.
