We all looked over at the group of kids eating. It looked to be a messy, rambunctious affair. Kids were shouting, and food was flying over the table. There were a few other adults at the table watching them. But the surrounding tables were empty, and I understood, given the flying food.
“Is it normally like that?” I asked before I could think.
“Werewolf kids are messy. At least in groups. They’re figuring out how the hierarchy works, and who’s going to be dominant. It’s normal.”
They’re going to need a school sooner than I thought. I don’t think I’ve eaten in the cafeteria while they were in here.
“It’s up to you. We could join them, or we could go upstairs and eat with Rhett.” I looked down at Lily and silently hoped she would choose Rhett.
“Rhett!” she said and glared at her classma
