"Who is this? Your girlfriend?" a dark-skinned guy asks jokingly. He was the man leading the group into the kitchen, and he looks to Cooper for an explanation. He seems light-hearted, yet there's still a dangerous edge to him that makes me slightly nervous. His deep brown eyes look over my small figure, not in a creepy way, but almost as if he were analyzing me and look for any possibilities of me being a threat- like I could ever be considered one. He seems to be in his twenties, but I'm not sure exactly how old he is.
“This is my best friend Thea. And before you ask, yes, she knows we're werewolves," Cooper adds, adding a reassuring pat to my shoulder for effect. "Ooh, coffee!" Cooper yells as he leaps for the pot and pours himself some. He adds some cream and sugar all while the ot
