Then rain was pouring heavily on, the concrete car ramp. The sun hiding behind the dense forest of clouds, hanging over  the school campus.
Robbie stood there, drenched. Attempting to seek shelter  under  his algebra note book. (Who ever used that shit anyway?) His brown curly bangs poking from under his beanie, sticking  to his forehead. His white Volcum  shirt hanging soaked off his body.
His backpack filling up with water, probably filling up with water by now. Not that hr cared about all his school essentials. It was his left over lunch he cared about. He didn’t have time to scarf it  all down today.
Thanks Justin.
How long did it take to kiss your girlfriend? The succubus was probably sucking the life out of right now. Without the concern of the three people he so solemnly swore to give a ride to today. Robbie hated that bitch.
Standing  to his right was Brock, and his overly built body. SERIOUSLY! This guy was like giant. He was like 16 and,  and had body like a friggen rock. Brock standing next to Robbie was like a bolder sitting next to a pebble. On top of that, he always had an angered expression on his face.  Which made him a useful intimidator for, the pack.  The only problem is he so quite, and that got on Robbie’s nerves.
Brock looked over, and caught Robbie eyeing him, the rain  sliding off his thick neck. His overly long hair dripping over his agitated dark eyes. Brock always resembled one of those guys who grew up to be in a biker gang. Robbie quickly shifted his view to the girl on his left.
“Did Justin text you yet, Terra?” he asked her.
She looked up at him, her brunette bangs sliding off her hazel eyes.
“No not yet,” she replied smiling up at him.
“He’s probably still sucking Trish’s face off.” She chuckled in her sweet bubbly voice.
Terra was the life of the pack. She always knew the right thing to say, and how to lighten the mood in any situation. Her optimistic attitude a warm caring smile was enough to make even the most suicidal maniac, crack a smile and enjoy his day to the fullest. She had a thing for making people smile.
Except for Brock that is.
Brock in Terra were like polar opposites.
“Brock can you get a hold of his scent?” she asked the hulk on the other side of Robbie.
Brock didn’t look down at her. Instead he nodded his head and pointed to the right of him. A Black Convertible approached them, and from the exact opposite end it was suppose to be coming from. Robbie let out a heavy sigh.
This wasn’t the first time Justin had done this to them.
Justin pulled over in front of the car ramp. Robbie caught a glimpse of that bleach blonde tramp in the passenger seat. Trish was one of the few werewolf females in the school, Justin didn’t have a lot of options, when he decided he wanted a girlfriend. Tired of the countless numbers of human booty calls. He wanted a wolf girl that could satisfy his needs whenever he needed. Someone who he could tell his secret to so she would easily well “accessible” to him. So he found Trish, a Skank with no morals, that would do just this for him.
Justin opened the door and made a smile.
“You guys look like shit.” He chuckled. Robbie gritted his teeth and growled.
“Yeah, thanks for that asshole!” he snapped.
“What’s up your ass puppy?” barked the witch from the seat next to him.  
Robbie growled, and she chuckled.
“It’s forgivable,” said Terra, giving Robbie the “behave” look.
“Since it’s hunting night tonight, but at least text me next time something…” She glanced at Trish. “Comes up.” She finished.
Terra was a nice, kind hearted girl. She had been by his side as long as he could remember. When Robby first found out Terra was a Werewolf he was excited. Another person like him, that could understand him, and he could talk to, show his true colors to, and that's what Mira had been to him. He wouldn't let anything hurt her.
It wasn't long after Terra that they Ran into the rest of the pack. Justin was first, he found them in their ameture attempts at hunting, and helped guide them in what he calls “The Art of the Hunt.”Justin taught them everything he knew about being a werewolf, which differed from most of the ways their parents and elders had taught them. Next, came the Brock and Mira, Brock a tall bulckey kid that didn't say much, and Mira a loud mouth spoiled rich girl, who was born with a “Silver spoon up her ass.” as Robby called it.(She got her own rides to places.)
Then it was of course that bleached blonde  demon...
“So hunting night tonight!”Spouted Trish. “Everyone get your aptitie ready, were gonna have our selves a fuckin feast!”
Everyone got Into the car, Brock first so he didn't suffocate anyone with his bicepts. Then, Terra and robby stuffed themselves in after. Before Robby ducked his head in the compacted vehicle, he sniffed the air.

Something smelled Like trouble.