It was at that moment that the door to the temple fuckin' SLAMMED open.
Lukas-a young werewolf dressed in a patchwork of rags far too big for his thin frame, dark circles under his eyes. His hair fell over his face and got in his eyes, ears flat and perpetually trembling. Every muscle of his body was tensed, every inch of him felt scared and sad and desperate. His chest heaved, gasping for breath like he'd just been running for his life. He slammed the door shut behind him, back pressed against it as he panted, not even noticing Kats and Ren.