Two Years Later

Senna’s POV

The scent of barbeque was thick in the air. Miranda plopped down a massive bowl of salad right in the center of the table.

“Do you think it’s enough?” she asked, eyeing the table of food. I laughed out loud. There were more bowls and plates of food than our entire pack could possibly eat. Pasta and salads and raw meat waiting to be cooked. There was fruit and veggies, and sweets for the kids. It was a veritable feast.

But that’s always the way it was at these celebrations.

Even so, I fussed a little more with the plates, arranging them so that all...