What is wrong, girl? I asked. All I could hear was her growling. She wanted out.
“Your pizza, Luna,” the guy announced, making me jump. “Are you all, right?”
“Yes,” I said, walking up to the counter. “Thank you.” I peeked at his name tag. “Nick.” His smile grew twice as big. “How much?”
“On the house, Luna.”
Just as I was getting ready to thank him, the door chimed, letting us know someone had walked in. Looking over, I saw two men staring at me with mixed emotions.
Waving, I said, “Hey, guys,” trying to lighten the mood.
Stan and Luca froze in the doorway like they’d hit an invisible wall. Luca’s nostrils flared once hard, and all the color drained from his face. Stan went rigid beside him; eyes locked on me like he couldn’t decide whether to panic or go hunting.
I followed their g
