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MAYA

I sat at the centre of the table with the pack members, eating grilled pork and chicken legs glumly. This wasn’t how I wanted to spend my college year. I wanted to be happy and bubbly as they come, but now, that wasn’t ever going to happen.

The worst was that no-one around the table was happy. Everyone had some inner demons they were fighting. The war wasn’t healthy at all, and we have lost a few more people along the way. I also heard that the werewolf hunters weren’t giving up. Chloe’s dad had sent a couple of resources to track us, and we have no choice but to stay as low key as possible.

“Stop stabbing into your food. Try to eat more,” Mike said in the middle of nowhere.

I looked at him across the table. He was seated beside Jean who had made it a point to glare at me through the course of this meal. I need to have a talk with her because this was getting out of hand. Mike was swallowing one of the pork, and chasing it with a glass of wine. Why did he need to ask me a