*Lupo*
Our meetings are always held at a square table in a corner of Jack's library. I assume it's our rendition of a round table. No head. No foot. We each have a side. We are all equals. Ever since I became the manager of The Full Moon Club, I've had a place at this table. When I was seventeen, I thought I would be here forever.
Jack sits across from me. Frannie is to my right. The Alpha of Claybourne is to my left. More than thirty years have passed since they opened The Full Moon Club. Not much has changed in all those years. We've added a few games. Women no longer work on their backs. But for the most part, it's as it began, and that, I realize, is the issue at hand.
After Dotty left me last night, I returned to the club, stood on the balcony, and organized my thoughts among the c
