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Chapter 9

Kira

I hated Fangmore City. It was so busy, like barely contained chaos. The unending movement and activity reminded me of a bag of snakes. I never fit in when I was there, even though over eighty percent of the population were wolf shifters.

Perhaps that was why I hated it so much. All along the streets and alleys, shifters padded or sprinted along, getting where they needed to go in their wolf form. It made the giant city eerily quiet. There was none of the noise pollution from cars and buses that human or mixed cities had. Seeing them go about their day as wolves reminded me of what I was missing. Regardless of whether or not it was my decision, it was always a sore spot.

Zoe had teleported me to a spot a few blocks from the studio offices where the auditions were being held. That forced me to walk the rest of the way. The sounds of wolf feet on pavement, the panting of breath, and the smell of fur gave me the feeling of being inexplicably out of place.

A massive bus pull