Mario's Pizza is exactly what you'd expect from a college town restaurant – checkered tablecloths, dim lighting, and the kind of greasy food that tastes incredible after burning a million calories on the ice.

The entire team crams into a back corner section, pushing tables together and creating chaos that the staff seems used to. I squeeze into a booth between Rodriguez and Campbell, trying to look comfortable even though my heart is racing from being surrounded by so many alpha werewolves ...