Violets and Ash
There was just a shred of jealousy that arose at the fact that Delaney had him in two of her classes, but it was easy to push aside when we made it to the open patio doors and to the source of the thunderous music.
A large porch, raised several feet off the ground, overlooked the largest backyard I’d ever seen. There were beer-pong tables by the dozen, food and drink stations manned by a few of the older looking students, and a dance floor made of freshly compacted dirt—courtesy of all the people running about. To the right was a huge pavilion set with picnic tables and a row of grills manned by the pack’s best chef’s.
Each one spewed a mixture of mouthwatering scents, ranging from smoked me
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