Werewolves were supposed to be lucky, although Simon wasn’t quite sure who’d decided that fact. Probably some middle-ager with a wolf into their family crest. Werelions were in vogue for a while, but wolves seemed to resonate somehow. Still, ‘lucky’ wasn’t the word he’d had chosen.

Simon started morosely across the soccer field where the newest member of Southernfield High was tearing across the grass in unconcealed joy. And with ‘lucky’ Rachel taking over left wing that meant that Kai was pushed back to center and Ralf went back to left fullback and that was Simon’s position. Or at least it had been.

‘Lucky’ definitely wasn’t the word…