The helicopter dropped down, landing with a small thud as Liam tore off his helmet and opened the door, shouting a grateful thanks to the pilot who took off once all of them were safely on the ground and well away from the helicopter's rotor blades. John met him as he stared a little enviously at the helicopter. Now was not the time to be staring at one though or to waste time. He could drool over it later. In fact he even considered the possibility of snagging a ride in it later. He shook his head and greeted the King who did not look happy one bit, even frightening to John who could sense the power emanating from the king of werewolves.
"Where is Jordan" Liam demanded not in the mood for small talk. John could understand that. The King looked stressed and his men were already fidgeting
