EMORY'S POV
As spring break began, the pack house dining room was livelier than ever. The surge of people wasn’t just because they had more free time to socialize, but also due to the advanced military training for the new recruits that had kicked off.
Warriors, both seasoned and new, were always welcome to dine at the pack house.
It was so busy that even Rita and Sally had been roped in to help. To make it more efficient, Beatrice instructed the diners to line up at the counter and grab their trays of food directly, streamlining the chaos into some semblance of order instead of us serving their food to their tables.
The dining hall was alive with chatter as warriors exchanged stories and strategies over their meals. But one group stood out, their boisterous laughter and loud voices dr
