As the night went on, I chatted with my family. Eventually, we finished eating and left the table. People were spread throughout the pack house, just like the first pack party where I’d met Jay. People were outside, filtered through the halls, but most of all, wherever Jay and I went. Everyone gave their congratulations. People I knew, like Eleanor, the bookstore owners from across the street, and Mr Riddley, the man who owned the coffee shop next door. People Jay seemed to know came up to us, shaking our hands. Even people I didn’t know came up to us, grinning, wishing us a long life together. All of them were so friendly. I tried my best to smile, sharing the moment, but it was difficult. The fear lingered in some of their eyes, along with slight hatred. The women from Olivia’s meetin

