Well now, Dad paid them all—after Mom stepped in, of course. But as a loan, as he put it. And then we’d have to come up with our own money beyond that, to keep us all safe. The other packs, they had generations to build upon; we only had this first one. And so, we’d need to improvise. How? I hadn’t a clue. Still, I was an accountant, meaning I knew about money, even if it was only through my clients.
In any case, at least for the time being, we were a pack. Motley though we were.
Dad and Mom took off after that, back to San Jose. The mayor, after all, couldn’t be gone all that long. Mitzy stayed with us, as she’d promised, until the full moon. Gramps, too. And Ted. That made eight of us. Eight that needed to get back to San Francisco unnoticed. Eight that included a werewolf, smallish th
