Sana
“It can’t be that bad” Yume pulls a card from the deck and throws it on the space closest to me, he grimaces at his rotten luck and pushes his thick-rimmed glasses back up. His hair is still wet since he just got a fresh shower from our shared room.
I grin and threw my card. “Uno!”
His lip twitches in irritation but kept his glare on the numerous cards in his hand. “Why am I not good with any game at all!”
I shrug. “Your luck sucks.”
“Care if I join the game?” Dylan’s familiar voice manage to filter through the background noise of other people around us. He’s dressed casually in khaki pants and a sweater, standing so neatly in front of my guard of the day, Uncle Sven.
“You think it’s that easy?” Uncle Sven growls. Eyes are glowering at the smaller werewolf.
“It’s okay uncle”
