Lucas’ POV
Wyatt and I were the last inside. When the hunters had left half an hour ago, they took their time passing our table. Each one looking like they were trying to memorize our faces in their mind.
I let them so they would know who to look out for if they ever hurt my pack or Elouise.
Elouise was also the last worker here. I could tell she was biding her time before she had to talk to us. She cleaned every surface twice by the time she stopped at our table with her arms folded over her shirt. The top two buttons were missing, and blood bloomed over the white. Not her blood by the smell of it.
She had discarded the apron once the last of her co-workers had left and she felt it unnecessary to cover the damage the hunters had done. I already knew she got into some trouble with t
