Everything in the Den is communal property . . . everyone works for the common good.”

"Our dinner tonight was sponsored by a drug-dealer over on Canal Street," Anya said.

"You deal drugs?!?" Jane asked, somewhat shocked.

"No, I stole his wallet," Anya grinned.

“It's a pretty common way for me to contribute, and I get a kick out of fucking with anyone who's trying to peddle cocaine to high-school kids."

Jane still looked uncomfortable, and everyone picked up on it.

"Listen," Mindy said, "I know it's probably hard. Stealing is wrong ... that's what everyone is taught. But most of us could never hold full -time jobs or wouldn't want to. Keeping the streets safe from some genuinely evil beings is a job-and-a-half of work by itself."

"Who . . . who do you steal from?"

“Criminals, when we can help it," Anya said.

"And WalMart," Mindy piped in.

"Didn't I just say that?"

“And there are some normal people who know about us and donate stuff.

And we usually have enough meat after each hunt to last at least a month," Talia said, licking her chops.

"Hunt?" Jane was curious.

"Yeah," Mindy said gleefully.

"Every full moon, the lycanthropes go hunting in the woods and mountains east of town. Deer . . . pheasant... wild turkey . . . rabbit . . . wild pig if we're lucky.”

"You. . . eat it . . . raw?" Jane said, feeling the pizza in her stomach backing up.

“Of course," Talia said.

“We ARE animals Jane. Admittedly, I prefer a good barbecue when in human form but as a wolf . . ." She almost began salivating.

“Anyway, we only eat a little for ourselves and bring the rest back for the pack.”

“I just LOVE it when you guys get back from a hunt," Anya said wickedly.

“Everyone is so randy afterwards!"

“You are such a slut!" Mindy said, Laughing and hugging her friend.

"Oh, like you're so innocent," Anya shot back.