Danger And Violence

Eon and Elyon huddled up, listening to a conversation happening about five container vans away from them.

Eon doesn't know if the other group was just plain stupid or they are too careless. They have some men posted outside their perimeter but most of them were human, not werewolves. He wondered if there was a truth about what Frio told him about Russian brothers, hiring werewolves as their mercenaries. Except for the Rahmonov brothers, he couldn't find any wolf with them.

"When should we attack them, boss?"

His men who had been sitting in this cramped container van asked. He can understand their eagerness to be in a fight. They have been bored to death, sitting in their asses. Just like the three men watching Lina. He wondered how she was. He shoved his hand in his pants pocket and he didn't feel his phone. When he clicked his tongue, his men looked at him nervously. They misunderstood the reason for his annoyance.

"We aren't going to attack them...yet."