DJ’s POV
Someone knocked on the screen separating us, and Serge’s deep voice came from the other side.
“We’re at the airport, Va---!”
“Drop the title already, Serge,” Ivan cut him off with a loud groan, that made him very much sound like a spoiled teenager. “I know we’re in public but it’s still annoying as s**t!”
The man snickered and said something in Russian that to my ears sounded very much like a “whatever, your highness”. Ivan replied in the same language, only he didn’t seem amused and growled low. That just made Serge laugh loudly, so I wasn’t all too worried.
Until the screen started to lower!
Panic sat in and I frantically searched for my discarded clothes. Sure, I was part werewolf, and nudity wasn’t a big deal for us, but that didn’t mean I liked to flash my goods in from
