They were hunting him again. Peter knew, because it was close to the full moon, and they always did it then. He always blacked out those three days, but it wasn't like that meant he was like them.
He conveniently forgot the way he woke with blood on him, and Lukas' crude jokes in his ear.
Today, he was just glad the other Lucas wasn't there, because he could be worse then the wolves. At least the big black one snapped at Lukas sometimes. As he ran he spotted the red shirt and dashed to the person. He noticed it was a woman, and he was afraid for her.
The black one didn't hurt humans, but Lukas did. Lukas enjoyed it, and this girl would be prime for it. "You have to go back!" He gave in a loud voice and pointed to the car. "It isn't safe." He winced at the howls of wolves. Too close, for his liking.