"We’re doing WHAT?!" Reed asks, scandalized.
The four of us are at the park, almost at closing time. The two werewolves with us are in their police uniforms. The few people still around are packing up their things, getting ready to leave.
I can’t help but notice the irony of it all. Just a few days ago, my best friend and I were fighting for our lives, being hunted by a bloodthirsty beast, and now here we are, arranging a dinner with said bloodthirsty beast and his friend.
“It’s just an innocent dinner, okay?” I explain. “Our parents won’t let us go backpacking through Europe with two total strangers.”
“I thought you were already eighteen,” Reed replies.
“June just turned eighteen,” Cherrie shoots back. “And honestly, that doesn’t mean much when you still live with your parents.”
“Hu
