The whole pack gathered at the common room. The children and the ones who couldn't fight were in a safe room in the basement where nobody could get in except it was open from the inside.
And now we stood with weapons on our sides and armors fastened on our chest, arms and knees—honestly the armor part felt like we were transported to the eighties. But as long as it protects us, who was complaining?
A sword—again, feel like the eighties—was stripped to my hip, two daggers on my boots, a gun at my side—I felt so badass.
Rowan cleared his throat and the hall fell quiet. He was dressed in an all black leather, his hair pulled from his face and two swords, larger than mine, stripped to his back. He looked like a really hot assassin.
Joseph was standing beside him. Also in all black but
