By the time night fell, Peregrin had finished making preparations. He had made certain all the staff left and only the overnight security remained. When the Old Man returned, Peregrin was dressed in black cargo parts and shirt. A mask lay on the table, waiting for him to grab before he departed. Nothing about his appearance was for looks. It was all to help him blend with the shadows without drawing attention.
“You look like you are ready for battle,” the Old Man commented.
“As if you aren’t,” Peregrin smirked.
Without a word, the other werewolf shrugged out of his over-sized jacket to reveal an outfit not all that dissimilar from Peregrin’s with the addition of an assault vest like a S.W.A.T. team would wear. Shaking his head, Peregrin refrained from commenting further. He looked out
