By the time Violet got to the dining hall for dinner that night, it was packed. Violet usually tried to eat super early or super late to avoid the crowds. But after going back to her room to shower off all the mud she had been rolling in, she was never going to be early, and she was too hungry to wait until later. She was still on a bit of a high when she entered, her head full of scents and ideas. It hadn't been scary this time, because she knew that Blake was there. She supposed that was what a pack was, that sense of security as if a safety net was there to catch you, even when you become untethered. She was so wrapped up in that feeling that she hardly knew where she was. She moved in the direction of food, uncaring.
Until she ran bang into someone. She looked up to apologize, then re
