leans forward, arms crossed on the desk So the girl was a werewolf. No doubt about it.

taps her manicured nails against the wood, her voice clipped And the guy from the next town over. Also a werewolf. That’s two in three days.

paces near the chalkboard, hands gesturing wildly Two werewolves, both our age, both dead. That’s not a coincidence. That’s a pattern.

Someone’s hunting us.

looks up from where she’s leaning against the wall Us?

shrugs Werewolves. Supernatural. Whatever. The point is, we need to figure out who’s behind this before they get to one of us.

sits cross-legged on a desk, her katana case resting beside her What about the list? The one Derek mentioned.

nods slowly The deadpool. We need to find out who’s running it.

from his spot near the window, arms folded tight So what do we do?