“What kind of cake should we make? Chocolate? Vanilla?” My hands moved carefully as I poured all-purpose flour into the batter bowl. But then before I could ass chocolate to the batter, I turned to face Daniella and asked with a raised brow. “How about cheesecake?”

Daniella turned towards me. The small plates in her hands were wet as water dripped down the floor and she carefully placed them in the dishwasher. It was already near the moon and I was afraid I had enough time to prepare for tonight’s feast.

That’s right. Feast. I insisted on having a packed dinner with all the pack members–children and women including–only to...