Journey to the last Werewolf Pack
He can’t be over 25 I think, at first, but then remember that it’s harder to tell with werewolves.
“I get it,” he shoves his hands into his jeans pockets with a sudden shy expression. “This is my first time meeting someone… you know.”
My smile widens as I sense his excitement. “Mine too, except my family, of course,” I add quickly, shifting my wheight from one foot to the other, unable to calm myself.
He nods when the door behind us opens with a loud thud. ”Becca,” Nicky, yells. “Scott is on stage, and he wants you.”
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