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Kyra sat on the edge of the river, dipping her tanned feet into the steadily flowing water. The crisp scent of the coming winter danced along the surface, and the cold splashes sent shivers from her toes to her spine. The trickling was music to her ears, but tonight, the water wasn’t alone in its singing. Across the narrow flow of water, the Sarka pack celebrated.
Chatting, laughing, making plans for the following night’s full moon.
And ignoring Kyra’s existence.
Her parents were there somewhere; Ethan and Villa were practically royalty. Her family—the Brada family—could trace their lineage back through the centuries. Her father’s ancestors came from the old world, and her mother was of the wolves originally inhabiting the States. Nothing would stop them from enjoying their place amo
