IF MARINA’S TIMELINE hadn’t hung heavy on my mind, the rest of the evening would have been delightful. Ryder built a bonfire out back, which is where we all retreated once dinner was ready. The girls roasted s’mores, getting punchier the more sugar they consumed.
“Watch this!” Kira demanded, grabbing the open bag of marshmallows and spraying a couple of dozen into the air...then catching each one in an athletic feat that only a shifter would have been capable of.
“Ooh, I want to try!” Clara’s response, thankfully, was sidetracked by our leader rising and brushing off the seat of her pants.
“Training starts tomorrow at 7. Don’t stay up too late.”
Then Lupe was gone into the darkness while Harper’s head c****d in question. “Training?” Of the three teens, she was the only one still acting
