Around the corner of the building which I stopped and collected myself at, I found a scene that made my stomach drop. Two large men in dark suits I'd never met had some fairly recognizable teens backed against a van door.
Judging by all of their postures, this hadn't been a very friendly conversation throughout. The young werewolves both looked on edge with the world ending drama of 'being in trouble'... and the men?
> Rimecoat security. Has to be. They smell like her… like they are wearing those necklaces or something like it. But what are they doing with Paul? <
That sweet teenager whom I taught how to take a proper selfie - or two-shot. With the rather unfortunate family connection to someone who I've had nothing but trouble with.
