“How is it?” Matthew asks me with big eyes.

Gulping down the bite I just took off my crepes, I flash a happy smile. “It tastes delicious. But I never ate with so many eyes on me.”

“Glad you like it. And yeah, sorry about that. But they’ll stop staring as soon as they have gotten used to you.” He wipes his mouth with his napkin, throwing it back onto the table.

He had driven me into the heart of the pack, and I guess you could call it the town center. There are small cute shops for everything that one needs or a heart could desire. They’re lined along...