Many shifters lived a dual life these days. But there were still some who could not function outside the confines of a pack. She had never gotten the opportunity to live in a pack; she’d been denied the one thing that should have been her birthright, and she’d been forced to adapt to the lifestyle of a coven, as a little girl.
It had not been easy. So living among humans would be no trial, compared to her childhood.
She did all the things that humans did when they moved to a new city. She applied for a library card. She joined a gym. She found a house to rent right in the center of town.
Money was no object. The coven had plenty that they had amassed over the years. But humans with trust funds attracted attention, so she would pretend to be in college. Although her father had been a part of the pack that now lived in Anchorage, Kyra never had.
She hadn’t been allowed. Because of her bloodline.
She wasn’t just a wolf.
She was half human too.
And in this pack that now lived in Anchorage, having human blood was a curse.
It was enough to get her killed. Just as it had gotten her parents killed.