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Living with the pack but at a distance, Kyra had developed a steady ritual. She knew exactly where she needed to be at all times to avoid bumping into others and had planned her life around that knowledge. Today, however, she didn’t feel compelled to continue her usual hiding.
The Sarka pack was large and had recently taken in a new clan. That meant more families, more personalities, and more importantly, less space to keep from being discovered. It was work to avoid the newcomers, and it wasn’t work she felt like doing in her current state. Her discussion with Mikos the night before still had her in a daze.
Squinting into the morning sun, Kyra stepped from her trailer. The silver cylinder-shaped monstrosity stood out in the woods and sat miles away from any other housing. Her mother
