“One of the women owned a little over one hundred acres, far from civilization — no roads, no jeep trails, and not really any human trails to speak of either. She asked that if we hunted deer, we bring down only one, but she put no limits on small wildlife.The first month we’d had seven women, and we all brought food to cook the next morning. Charleen, the property owner, lived in a beautiful old farm house, and you could just tell the huge kitchen was the heart of the home.This month, our secon...d time running together, we once again arrived early enough we could sit, talk, and get to know one another a little more. Charleen’s property was lined with barbed wire on all sides, with signs posting it as private property every twenty to forty yards where the terrain was suitable for a human. However, we’d still stayed mostly to the center of her property last time, and intended to do so again this month.Charleen had avoided questions about her past before, but now she told us she and her husband had been part of a Pack in upstate New York, and when he’d been killed she’d needed to leave the area because of “a mess of supernatural politics.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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