Ten minutes later, Dane Silverback arrived with another group of warriors from the Werewolf Council.
The sight of twenty-something men marching into the airport halls was eye-catching enough, but what made them so memorable were the printed T-shirts and jeans that they wore so proudly. The flip-flops that peeked from under their jeans contributed further to the deterioration of their image.
Mr. Dane Silverback, who led the group, wore one with a huge cartoon image on the front side. It depicted a duck with a suit and sunglasses. It was smoking some rolled-up weed with a look full of satisfaction.
Those who saw them could not help giggling. Meanwhile, the poor men tried their best to keep straight faces.
"I don't know which is worse," Lucrethia quipped as her captors drew nearer. "Being dragged away by men who wear such ridiculous clothes or continuing to chat with you, Alpha Ronan."
Ronan sneered.
"Happy to serve, Madam."
