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The party was in full swing on the pack grounds of the Marsh Bay pack—a kind of summer fest. Food trucks circled a roaring bonfire, the air rich with the scent of grilled meat and caramelized nuts. Fairy lights crisscrossed the space, casting a warm glow over the pack members' joyful faces. In the back, a small wooden stage held a band that played slightly off-key, but that didn’t stop a few bold couples from venturing onto the dance floor.
"I’m way too overdressed, Dawn!" I groaned, tugging at the hem of my very short black dress.
When she came to pick me up, I was wearing jeans and a blue top, and she practically ripped my clothes off. "You are not a nun!" she had declared, shoving a dress into my hands before I could argue.
She’d anticipated hating my choice, apparently, bec
