AMELIA

 “We’re leaving,” I told Theia and Ren as we passed through the throngs of werewolves dancing to the classic, Footloose.

 “We’re going back to the lodge?”

 “No.” I held her hand. “We’re leaving this place. I’ll meet my family at the house later.”

 “Hey, Amelia!”

 I groaned as I heard Walker. I paused and composed myself before I turned around. “Hi.” He looked cute, though, in his white shirt and dark pants. He combed his blond hair back. ...