By the time we got back to the cafeteria, I was dying with hunger. The witchy-wolfy stuff had used up a ton of energy. Add in the wolf playtime and the long walk back, and I was a million calories into the red. For once, everyone was busy when I stepped through the doors. There were no more stares, mean looks or questioning glances.
Saving one of our own had drained everyone, but the pack felt whole.
Healed. And I finally felt like a member of it.
The people who weren’t in our pack only added to the feeling. It was nice being around so many wolves. I wouldn’t want it every day, but for now, it felt good. Happy.
Everyone was chowing down. The cooks were even grabbing bites in between filling orders. I’d wiped everyone out, but all-in-all it had turned out well. Almost everyone wore some
