Epilogue
Winter break was lonely without students to teach and d**k to fight with. Perhaps that’s why I found myself missing the pack so much.
My wolf wasn’t thrilled by our isolation either, but she eventually settled into our new routine. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays we were human, planning the next semester’s lessons and poring over archaeological literature. The other four days, she ruled the roost.
On wolf mornings, my animal half sometimes let me maintain control long enough to drive our tiny pack somewhere wild before we shifted. More often, she used the dog flap to hunt neighborhood vermin for Adena, spoiling the raven so badly that the latter now refused grocery-store eggs.
We had the schedule down, so I expected no problems when school came back into session.
