You turn back to your window and stare at your reflection.
In your old pack, people used to say you were your mother's son through and through.
Like her, your hair is...
It seems to take an eternity, but eventually Vicky pulls up outside the warehouse the pack has been renting for the last week. It's a big, square, brick building with mesh over the windows and an ageing 'Plumbing Supplies' sign above the front door.
It isn't exactly the classiest den, but it works.
You shove open the door and climb out of the car.
The others climb out too, the silence so thick you can hear the angry electrical hum of a nearby streetlight.
Vicky's car chirps and its lights flash as it locks. Vicky herself leads the way, unlocking the door to the den with her key and holding it open as the rest of you pass through.
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