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as if my silence concerned him.
    “Nothing,” I said. “It’s just… I’ve never been someone’s girlfriend before. It’s nice to hear you call me that.”
    “Then I’ll remember to say it more often.” He signed the check for our meal, stood up, and held out a hand to me. I took it, allowing him to help me up. Once our eyes were almost level, he leaned forward and kissed me, letting the kiss last slightly longer than what was acceptable in public. It was like he was announcing to the world that we were together—that I was his, and that everyone else should know it.
    “Now, are you ready to go?” he asked once he pulled away.
    All I could do was nod, my stomach still fluttering from the memory of his kiss.
    He smiled, clearly amused by how much he affected me. “Good,” he said, taking my hand and leading the way out of the restaurant. “Because my girlfriend and I have some monsters to slay.”

CHAPTER THREE
    “Wolves,” Kate repeated for the third time since Darius had told us what we were up against. “In the cemetery . It sounds like something out of a television show.”
    “Just make sure you don’t get bitten,” Chris teased from the back seat of the van. “We wouldn’t want you turning into a werewolf.”
    “Werewolves don’t exist,” Kate said, rolling her eyes. “But the legend of them did start from the story of Lycaon. He was a king in the ancient times. To test how powerful
Zeus
was, he cooked up his own son and served him to Zeus for dinner. But Zeus knew what he did, so as punishment, he turned Lycaon and all of his offspring into wolves. It’s no wonder the wolves fought against the Olympians in the Second Rebellion. They blame Zeus for being as they are.”
    “You knew all of that off the top of your head?” Danielle asked.
    “I wish,” Kate said, holding up her phone. “But no. I looked it up on Wikipedia.”
    After leaving the restaurant, Blake and I had rushed straight to Darius’s house. Everyone else was already there. Once we arrived, Darius explained that the witches on patrol had reported a pack of wolves escaping from Kerberos. The wolves had run across the street to the cemetery, where the witches were able to conjure a protection spell to keep them trapped inside the fence. But the spell wouldn’t last forever, and it wouldn’t stop humans from entering the cemetery, so it was up to us to take care of the wolves before they could turn an unsuspecting human into a late night snack.
    After hearing what happened, we gathered our weapons and jumped into the van, which was where we were now. Blake was driving, since we all agreed it would be unnecessary for Darius to come along. Darius didn’t have anywhere close to the physical strength that we did, and we didn’t want to risk his getting hurt.
    It didn’t take long to reach the cemetery. Once there, we hopped out of the van, grabbed our weapons, and located one of the witches on patrol. He was older than us, but still young—probably in his mid-20s.
    “A group of middle school kids tried to come in here to do who knows what, but I scared them away,” he told us. “But the cemetery won’t stay empty for long. Those wolves need to be taken care of before morning.”
    “It won’t be a problem,” Blake said, stepping forward. “We’ve got this.”
    He raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure about that?” he asked. “You all look like you haven’t even graduated high school.”
    Blake didn’t reply—instead he flicked on his lighter, created three fireballs, and sent them flying into a nearby tree. The witch on patrol stared at the blaze, his mouth dropped open in shock.
    Then a stream of water rushed towards the tree, putting out the flames in seconds.
    “Really, Blake?” Danielle crossed her arms, glaring at him.
    “What?” he asked, his face a perfect expression of innocence.
    “That was completely unnecessary,” she said, motioning to the tree. “You used up energy you
may need for
fighting