Frank slept through lunch. When he woke up and came into the kitchen it was close to dinnertime and the boys were finishing up their studies.
“I hope you rested well,” I offered as I stirred the pot of stew. It was almost done.
“Fine, thank you,” he replied, and fielded seemingly endless questions from the boys as he settled at the table.
“Put away your assignments and go wash up, please,” I said, and soon the boys disappeared, screaming as they chased each other to the back of the house. “We get visitors from town, but you’re the only other shifter they’ve met.”
“I understand. But for all the challenges you have with hiding who you are from the townsfolk, you seem to have settled in well. And it doesn’t hurt to have all this land and the forest to explore.”
“No, it doesn’t,” I replie
