After traveling by truck for a few hours, they reached a small town in the interior of Alaska. When the two got out of the truck, they walked towards what appeared to be a bar.
Upon entering, they could see a completely clean establishment which was adorned with a large amount of high quality furniture and materials.
In that place, they can see many people dressed elegantly. While in their hands, they held some glasses with what seemed to be blood.
Milena who was smelling the aroma could only smile because they had good taste in the blood, since they were drinking werewolf blood.
"I like these people. Anyone who poses danger to werewolves deserves to be my friend."
Ethan just laughed at Milena's comment. "That's a good sign because we can behave civilly, otherwise."
Ethan's eyes looked seriously at the bartender there. "They would be breaking the law that we con elders signed a long time ago."
