Melvina sighed tiredly as she closed the door to the Pack's conference room. She looked ahead to see her son and Maya standing by the wall. She knew they were waiting for her. So she increased her pace, as she walked up to them.

"Let's talk in the kitchen." She said, when she got to them.

"We can talk, as I prepare dinner. It's already late." She added, as she walked ahead of them, towards the direction of the kitchen, not waiting for their reply or opinion. As she neared the kitchen, she hoped that her little daughter, Eva, would be intelligent enough to locate the pastries she had kept...