Sofia had been one of the lucky ones that day. Her car was parked far enough down the street that it hadn’t taken even a scratch from the battle. The others, those who’d parked closer to the park, weren’t as fortunate. Some cars had minor dents and scratches; others had shattered windshields and missing doors.
Letting out a deep sigh of relief, Sofia spotted her car, untouched and unharmed.
"Thank the Goddess," she groaned, patting the hood like it was a faithful friend. "Mom and Dad would’ve killed me if anything had happened to this car."
Her parents, like her brother Enrico, were trainers, though they spent most of their time traveling to other packs, helping train troops. They were rarely home, and even though I’d lived here for a while, I’d only seen them once.
The three of us h
