(The Wolves Of Mala.)

It was past ten p.m. when Opal and Doug dragged themselves down the path to return home. Thanks to Tamar, they must have been introduced to, talked and shook hands with every member of Mala.

Doug could be a charmer when he wanted to be. The side of him that was only a glimpse and Opal had sat down in a chair and admired him. She witnessed the rare occasion when Doug smiled with everyone and kept up the conversation. He was winning at a game of chess to which he should have been the pawn and he had them anticipating his next move.

That evening Doug was the Alpha of the male group and by the end of the night, he was invited to a Sunday evening game of tennis, and a Wednesday night game of cards. A few numbers of shameless females sneaked into his pocket.

Retracing their steps to the Bloomfield property they observed that there was no moon tonight. Just the songs of birds, the toads and crickets adding their harmony to the hum of the sea.

Doug and Opal were jokin