By mutual agreement, we had opted for the gym of the High School. Apparently, it was not the first time Erwan had taken over the premises, given the ease with which he had brought us into this part of the building thanks to the changing rooms.
The members of the two clans divided themselves to go naturally on their own; meta-dogs of one, the meta-wolves of the other. Personally, I found myself in the company of the wolves. Elliot and Ulrich lined up several foam mattresses usually used for gymnastics exercises, and when they were satisfied, they wallowed on them with relish.
“I’m so hungry!” Elliot complained, carelessly rubbing his stomach.
Ulrich, meanwhile, already had his nose in a novel.
“I really want to blow up the junk food dispenser,” Erwan blurted out.
Koran’s low growl soun
