“Tsk, what a killjoy!”
James loosened his grip on me, stood up, and glared at McKenzie and Owen who were standing not far away.
I struggled back on my feet, only to be greeted by the sight of McKenzie and Owen dressed in black leather jackets. I could see a layer of dull grey armor underneath their clothing. They were just like the superhero Black Panther. I could also see holsters with silver revolvers on their hips. Those two were wearing combat boots, and each of them had a dagger sheathed by their boots.
They were literally models in a fashion show.
My impression of them had drastically changed the moment I found out that they were werewolves. They might be crazy. They might be pompous and arrogant. But it was something one would expect out of werewolves!
Mc
