Thanksgiving arrived, and I joined the ladies early in the huge Pack kitchen. We spent the morning preparing the food, which was another informal competition over cooking. I laughed along with them as we prepared our dishes, the conversation was ribald. The older females teased me about my "booty call" with Mark, and others touched my belly hoping my fertility would rub off. I gave as good as I got, but I wasn't embarrassed much. Werewolf females had high sex drives, especially after mating, and they weren't shy. I just about snuck under the table when they started comparing favorite sex acts and positions.

I got my turkeys in one...