It was quiet. Not dead quiet but quiet enough that I could hear people pick up the serving spoons and put them down. At first, I thought, maybe it was because of my wolf, but yesterday morning didn't sound like this. Everyone was whispering or speaking at a almost quieter than normal volume. They came down the stairs walking instead of running or jumping over the last four steps. Even Rebecca wasn't barking orders at me. Did I wake up somewhere else? Am I still dreaming? Why are they suddenly acting weird? I rolled my eyes as I searched the fridge for ketchup. There was only one bottle out and it was almost empty. Rebecca had me make potatoes, bacon, scrambled eggs, and sausage. I refilled the cereal dispensers before everyone came downstairs to eat. I grabbed the bottle from the back of t
