“Inside. What’s next?” He grinned down at me.
Hearing him say the very question I asked when I felt lost changed the way I saw him. He was still annoying in my eyes, but he was also just as misplaced as the rest of them, as I was. I tilted my head and studied him the way I often caught him studying me. He grinned wider.
“When it’s just your pack, what do you do every day? What’s your routine?”
“We tend to sleep most of the day. At night, when it’s safer to move around, we scout the area and hunt.”
I waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. My heart broke. What kind of existence was that?
“So coming here changed your sleep patterns?”
He shrugged and eyed the men still in the yard.
“Some will leave for brief periods during the day to nap in the woods. We still prefer to hunt at night.”
“All right. Then, what we do next is plan.” I turned and looked at the building behind me. “This is going to be a lot of work, but once your kind hear what’s happening here, I think we’ll see more couples like Ann and Leif. We have eight rooms slightly weatherproofed. It would be ideal to replace the glass in the upper windows first to make more rooms inhabitable. For the rooms that are finished, we should try to have them equipped for whoever might appear. Blankets are a must. We should also try to put in some type of heavy curtain or drapery to keep out the cold.”
“You seem very worried about the cold that is still months away,” Thomas said.
Months away? He was thinking of deep winter. That’s probably when he felt the cold as a wolf. I knew I’d feel it a lot sooner. Within a month, maybe a bit more, the trees would be bare. That would be the start of the cold for me.
“Time moves quickly,” I said, “and I would prefer not to be caught unprepared. If there are spare furnishings, we can put them in the rooms, too. But, my biggest concern is food.” And how they would occupy themselves, but I didn’t say that. “We’ll need a lot to keep everyone fed...if everyone is staying.”
“I think that will depend on whether or not you’re Claimed by then.
I ignored his comment.
“Collecting metal to add to our recycling heap will help a bit with money, but we should think bigger. There are a lot of repairs this place is going to need. Any brave souls among you should try to find summer work with builders and carpenters.”
The movement in the yard slowed until even the birds fell silent. I glanced at the men who stared at me. Disbelief painted many of their expressions.
“We need to think of more than just today or tomorrow. Who knows how to make the windows airtight? Who knows how to replace the shingles when the roof starts to leak? Who knows how to create a wooden bed frame? Who knows how to add decorative carvings to furniture? None of you, I’m guessing. And why should you? Where’s the value in that knowledge for people who sleep during the day and hunt at night? There is no value for those people. But, there is value for those who want to spend their winter building things to sell in spring. For people who want more than a life in the woods. For people who want to do more than just exist.”
Several men turned and walked away into the woods. From the stiff set of their shoulders and their angry expressions, I knew I’d upset them. It disheartened me. How could they not see how lost they were?
“You push too far,” Thomas said quietly.
“I’m not pushing at all. I’m questioning your purpose and giving you ideas for possibilities. Only you decide your purpose. Not me.”
I walked inside, hoping the pheasant was ready to eat.
Twelve men came inside for dinner; seven brought bowls and spoons with them. Mary and I had the hot water and soap ready for the dishes. I could only imagine where they’d gotten them. Once we had everything clean, I set the bowls and our few plates on the small table next to the stove and started serving. The portions were lean, but the pot stretched to feed us all.
When the men finished, they left their bowls by the sink and drifted outside. Mary, Ann, and I started to clean up. It was the first moment since I’d arrived that reminded me not just of home but of my mom, and I felt a pang of homesickness.
I wondered what my mom and dad thought of me. Did Mom still worry? Did she hope for a call? I wanted so badly to call them, just to hear their voices.
“Are you all right, Charlene?” Ann asked quietly.
“Yes. Fine.” Thoughts of the past should stay in the past. “I’m going to step outside for a bit.”
I left them to finish drying the dishes.
The tall trees muted the glow of the setting sun, casting the clearing into an early dusk. Only a few men lingered in the yard. Thomas spoke quietly to two of them. Grey, Henry, and Paul were absent, and Gregory was just walking into the building with the tools.