One man in the jail

Aiden and I stopped near the big gray building down the street leading from the nightclub. The building seemed to be some kind of police station, however, it was some werewolf police, or rather some guards. Leaving in the werewolf city doesn't mean that there are no such things as theft, and it doesn't mean that there are no even guards who look after the peace of living in the city. There should be something or rather someone, considering that Aiden is the first one to know and hear everything. He should have some ears and eyes that are looking after everything and that can report in half a second after something had happened. 

There was a big glass door and two tall and muscled werewolves dress in a dark uniforms. They looked at Aiden and me, then put their heads down, and one of them opened the door. Aiden grabbed my hand at went there, leading me.