Ezra

It was the first day of senior year, yet something felt off this year. My wolf was antsy and pushing for control today. I sigh and tense when a mouthwatering scent hits me; mint, chocolate and freshly baked goods with a bit of campfire in it. I search the crowd eventually locking in on an unfamiliar student, another shifter but they weren’t part of my pack. I am about to approach when my beta walks over to me Ezra: something the matter Lucas? Lucas: I have reports on the new student.