Suddenly the streets of the Routledge pack crowded, the pack members walked out of their villas and stared curiously at the marching ghost warriors. The bright lamp posts across the streets illuminated the warriors' striking features of light coloured eyes and thick braided black hair, their tanned skin glistening like gold.
They were cladded in camouflage combat uniform, their pants were tucked into rugged, lace-up boots that looked like they had traversed countless battlefields. A thigh holster hugged their leg, securing a pistol. While their swords hung around their waist in the scabbard belt. Each of them were adorned in tattoos, piercings on their eyebrows and ears, and had scars on their faces. They looked extremely dangerous and savage to the pack's women.
"OMG... What are those savage Ghost warriors doing in our pack? Who allowed them to roam freely in our territory?" One the man asked, his voice full of disgust towards those warriors.
