phone and turned to Demetria. We started our walk back to the pack house. I asked, 'Why are we staying in the pack house? 'She replied, 'Well, you will stay in

he second floor. Stairs on both sides curved to the upper levels. People were coming and going, and all of them were so friendly. I followed Demetria as she moved through the big door behind the tree trunk. It looked like a living room space, but five times bigger; I have never seen one this big before. People were sitting on sofas watching TV; others were just talking. Demetria walked past them all, through yet another two enormous doors. This room looked like a dining room. It had round tables with blood-red tablecloths and wooden chairs. A few people were having dinner. Demetria turned to me and asked me if I was hungry. I answered that I was starving. I suppose being a wolf comes with an appetite. She pulled out a chair at one of the empty tables and told me to sit down. I sat down at the table and watched her disappear through another set of doors. After a few minutes, she returned with two plates. She put my plate in front of me and took a seat nex