AMELIA
“We’re leaving,” I told Theia and Ren as we passed through the throngs of werewolves dancing to the classic, Footloose.
“We’re going back to the lodge?”
“No.” I held her hand. “We’re leaving this place. I’ll meet my family at the house later.”
“Hey, Amelia!”
I groaned as I heard Walker. I paused and composed myself before I turned around. “Hi.” He looked cute, though, in his white shirt and dark pants. He combed his blond hair back. His brown eyes were shining in excitement.
“You’re leaving already? We haven’t even danced.” He inspected me from head to toe and paid more attention to my chest. “And you look great, Amelia.”
“I have both left feet. I’m sure you can remember that I don’t dance. Anyway, Theia must have eaten something that upset her stomach. She wants to go back t
