Axel

Kerry sat on an outdoor patio bench, a homemade lunch in front of him, sweat traveling down his neck. By the grim look on his face, Axel figured they hadn't tracked the lycan yet.

Delaney sat down on the opposite side of the bench with her tray and waved awkwardly at Kerry. "That looks good," she said, eyeing his pork sandwich.

"Axel's mother made it for the hunters," he said, tossing Axel a sack. "For you and Claire. You two left before your mother could give you ...