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ROB
Boyd and Clint didn’t say anything as we met up with the other guys. Levi, Johnny, Rand and Nash had been the first to arrive. They’d opened the wide doors to let the fresh air in, then we joined them cleaning—sweeping out the month’s worth of dust and setting up chairs. Within a few minutes other vehicles arrived, parking along the narrow dirt road or among the trees on either side. Some—especially those who lived up in the mountains—would arrive in wolf form, shifting and changing into clothes they stored here.
I stood in the doorway and formally greeted the adult pack members, shaking hands and reciting their names much like a human church elder would. The children ran off to play in the woods together, just as I had with Boyd, Colton, Clint and the others when we were young.
