~Luke’s Point of View~
*She must be slow. Damn shame because she’s pretty cute and smells naughty,* my wolf, Dante insists. I can only grin at my old friend. How lucky I am to be practically ancient and have a companion who's been with me through the worst of it all? I was impossibly selfish to him for so much of my existence and the fact that I’ve been blessed to keep him means I have a lot of making up to do.
*I know it was a very, very long time ago Dante but we were once clumsy and awkward,* I jest. Hard to even remember it at this point.
Besides, we're supposed to make friends, talk to everyone. She seems like the kind of kid that sees everyone and everything. But she just keeps it all to herself.
*So what are we supposed to do, come right out and ask her if she knows where to get
