Upstairs Part 2

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When I finished, he stood, thinking, and I felt my eyes glow gold. I heard a knock at the door, and a muffled male voice. Mason opened it, talked to the male voice, closed the door, and handed me a steak. I smelled it.
Mason laughed. "We didn't poison it." He said with a grin.
I smiled. "That's not why I was smelling it."
"Then why?"
"Because I was curious what seasonings you used, that's all."
"Resourceful, aren't you? Hmmm..." He ran his hands through his hair. "Here. I'll take you to a house the pack owns. You can stay there for as long as you need to. Come back here tonight. By then the whole pack should be here. Got it?" I nodded my head.
"Yes, I am and I will be. Count on it." I replied as I walked to the door. When I reached the door, I smelled death. I backed away form the door and opened the window. Looking out of it, I could see that there was a tree I could climb down. I put my leg out, and Mason grabbed my arm.
"What in the world are you doing?" He asked, desperation clinging to his voice more and more with every word.
"Your house smells of death at the moment, so I am climbing through the window." I said matter-of-factly.
"What? Where did you smell it?" I pointed at the door. His eyes lit up in realization when his nose hit the scent. He smiled. "Yes, it's death, but an old scent. Come now, I will take you to the house I was telling you about. You will meet this person when we meet here later."

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