The cab driver took me where I asked him to. But when we arrived and I paid him, he insisted on my bigger dollar bill. The hundred!
"Here's the charge, Miss," he pointed at the meter. "It says $68!" He seemed utterly impatient now.
I wondered what would happen if I ran off. I knew for a fact that I could outrun this man! But that would add to my problems, wouldn't it? The human warriors, or police, as they were called on TV, would get involved.
How I hated parting with the cash when I was still within the pack. And by Fate, I was ravenous!
The cab driver took my bigger money and returned a twenty, a ten and two singles.
I got out of the car with a heavy heart and looked around. From a distance, the hills and outline of the forests stared back at me. No doubt, the pack members lived w
