Sonia’s warning cast a grim pall over the rest of the evening. In a strained silence, Loren and Naomi showered and occupied the living room, while Micha prowled the kitchen for leftovers before eventually taking up vigil by the window, watching them both.

“I have to admit,” he said once the sky darkened, and they turned on the lamps throughout the house. “This is the strangest pack I’ve ever been a part of. To be fair, I was born into the first one, and not really a member of the second. Still. This is really freaking weird.”