Mark led me into the pack house, and I felt myself growing nervous. Mark was patient and seemingly accepting. He wasn’t pushing me too much, but I had no idea if his pack members would be the same. The living room was fairly quiet, but I heard sounds echoing from what sounded like a kitchen not too far off. It was almost dinner time, so it made sense that food was being prepared. I wondered if the pack typically ate together like a family or if it was fend for yourself.
When I was younger, my family would eat with the other pack members. Even if we weren’t blood related, we were all family. The early part of my childhood was definitely the best years of my life. Slowly, people started growing apart, and then one day we all stopped eating together. I didn’t really know what changed. I was
