"Bye Mom", I say. She waves, gets into the car, and drives away. Once she's out of sight, the fun begins. Jake and I raid the house of food. Just for good measure, I unplug my mom's heater. We werewolves love warmth. Now to find somewhere to put the food! How about the attic? No one ever goes up there. Theres an old cabinet with nothing in it. It's locked, but Jake's an expert lock picker. I toss him my hairpin. We shove all of the food in and Jake leans against the door while I get a chair to put against it. Back down six flights of stairs to our rooms and I'm tired. If you're wondering why we have such a big house, well, my family is royal. Literally. I'm the princess, Jake's the prince (and royal pain in the butt) , and my parents are the King and Queen. Yes, we live in a castle. Not your regular stone wall castle with moat and drawbridge . More like a ten story house kind. With additional purple velvet carpet and heaters, it's a werewolf dream house. Now we wait.