"Lord Cain!" Henry said just as he moved to open the doors of the small plane. His voice laced with worry and anxiety that he couldn't hide.
"I can still send for a couple more men!" he said even after he had hinted at it multiple times over the course of their journey.
They were in Javi's district and it wasn't a secret how deeply the hatred between Reds and Werewolves ran especially after the war.
He had a firearm with him and a wooden stake in his holster but those motherfuckers were hard to kill.
Worse, they always kept getting up.
'Even if you're just going to talk to him shouldn't you at least consider that we might not make it back,' he grumbled deep within his mind, aware that Cain was strong enough to protect himself while the few men that followed him might not be.
"You sound scared Henry!" Cain responded as he moved to climb down before Henry could step in front of him and make sure that the area was safe.
