Black cargo pants, a black t-shirt with some wolf symbol thingy, and comfortable black sneakers—wasn't that the perfect getup for the first day at work? Naturally, I also put in my contact lenses, looking as normal as one could be.
Given that they knew part of our abilities, I figured we wouldn't get transferred into an office but somewhere dirty with menial labor. Let's see if they can top the prison from the commander's world, where they had people smash away stones all day long.
I stepped out of the room, pleased with my outfit, and saw Henry standing across from me, leaning against the wall.
He stared at his palm absentmindedly while donning long, dark outdoor pants with a bunch of pockets and a long-sleeved black shirt that wasn't tight enough to spot each of his well-defined muscles but enough to hint that there was indeed explosive power underneath.
Handsome as hell.
"What's wrong with your hand?" I asked while stepping toward him.
