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Standing at the edge of the Sarka pack’s territory, Kyra scanned the land with the bittersweet haze of nostalgia over her eyes. This land was supposed to be with her until her last breath. It was supposed to be where she raised a family. Now she would leave it behind forever.
She adjusted the backpack digging into her shoulders. They would only bring what they could easily carry, which wasn’t much. They would travel for several weeks, and when their journey ended, they would build. She wasn’t sure what to expect. No part of her upbringing had prepared her for this. Moving into the world of humans was one thing, and that had been a possibility she’d wrapped her head around, but this was an entirely different challenge.
Not only new land but a new pack. One that didn’t even have a name
