Skylar.
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If there's one thing the streets have taught me, it's my keen instincts. My ability to sense if something was off was one of the many things that helped me survive alone. And right now that instinct was kicking, knocking at the door of my conscience.
It was the day of the tourists’ visit. The day I met my birth pack after seven years of estrangement from them.
I was nervous. And that wasn't even the only thing that kept my skin hair standing. The fact that any of the visiting packs could be infiltrators sent by Alpha Griffith also contributed to my nervousness.
I breathed a tired sigh, palming my face.
“Hey,” a familiar voice muttered nearby and I raised my head, my eyes meeting Conrad's.
The hair on my skin relaxed.
“It'll be okay. Remember what we planned, just imagi
