Aislen and Heath’s Meeting with Victor

Rideten, Present Time

They were taken into the werewolf bunker through a different house. The werewolf guards at the check point raised their eyebrows at the dressing gowns that Aislen had found to cover up in, and the two surviving but unconscious Van Helsings that they carried over their shoulders. She rather thought that Heath looked good in the quilted purple robe. She saw him fidgeting with the flower embroidered lapels with the hand that wasn’t holding his Van Helsing in place, his biceps stretching the fabric so that the seams strained, and his expression disgruntled.

He was debating whether it would be better to go before Victor naked.

“Stop fidgeting and own it,” she teased him as the guards discovered nothing sinister in their pockets and allowed them to pass. “Think of Connery. He’d totally rock that outfit. He’d consider it a smoking jacket.”

“I wasn’t aware that he smoked.”

“It’s a style, not a habit,” she replied.

“Seriously?” The lead alpha glanced over his shoulder at