Lucas growled to himself, kicking an unsuspecting rock as he made his way to Stella’s school. His own school was only a ten-minute walk from Stella’s, which was only a twenty-minute walk from home. He had never minded picking Stella up on his way home, but he was beginning to despise entering the caravan to find that stupid wolf clinging onto his brother; his hands in places they had no right to be and making Ezra smile like a moron. And don’t get him started on how enthusiastic Stella got when the ugly mutt was around.
They should be attacking that beast, not allowing it into their home; their safe space. All his friends agreed and they didn’t even know about the supernatural.
Lucas stuffed his hands into his pockets with a grumble as he arrived outside Stella’s school. He hoisted himse
