The tour moved on. There was a big meeting hall that they used for public events, a small private school for the pack children, a brightly painted playground, and a small medical clinic. She was impressed. The pack was like a town all to itself. "How many are you?"
"We have about 200 adults, plus their children," he answered, and she was surprised.
She had imagined a group of about 20 or so.
"And are they all able to shift?"
"Most of them."
She would never have guessed there were so many supernatural beings in the world, let alone in one small town. She tried to imagine that her own mother had been a wolf, but she couldn't picture it. She'd seen photos of her mother in Foster's room... old, faded, and creased, she looked like a small, mousey woman. Her mother didn't look capab
