The pack house was very busy today. It was Saturday, which meant everyone was at home, and it was pure chaos. Kids were running around, teenagers were lounging everywhere, and the adults were cleaning and making small talk.

A lot of the pack members had not seen me before, so I was getting a lot of curious stares, especially from the children and teenagers, but no one bothered me, which was a relief for me.

I looked down at my plate and thought back to when I vowed not to have anything to do with this pack, but here I was, eating the same meal I rejected.

I was eating...