002. Pick me up. {Maia+Luke}

Maia wrapped her arms around her waist, shivering against the sharp January wind. The street was dark – well, as dark as it ever got in lower Manhattan – and the only place that looked open had a flickering sign reading The Hunter's Moon.

Maia leaned against the cold brick of the building, wondering if she looked old enough to go inside. Just for a minute. Just to warm up.

"You okay, kid?"

Maia jumped. The door had opened and a man leaned out – not handsome, particularly, but not ugly – and regarded her with concern. Maia could see the lycanthrope in him.