As soon as the game was over, Bates was on his feet.
"I think I'm gunna head home, boys and girls," he said, stretching.
"I've endured a trauma tonight that has left me needing some rest."
Luca just shook his head as he stood up, Blaine following suit with a wide yawn. We followed each other upstairs to the living room.
"It is way past my bedtime," I said looking at the clock and noticing it was nearly midnight.
"You're an old woman," Bates told me, walking towards the front door.
"I like to get up early," I defended.
I flipped on the porch light.
As soon as I stepped out onto the front porch with Bates, I froze. There was a mangy, ash-blond wolf in Luca's front yard, staring at us with eyes that glowed in the porch light.
Before I could say a word, Luca ripped past me and leapt
