SASHA POV"Do you think I should cut my hair back off before we leave," I ask the two men lounging on the couch in my room.Luis shrugs, but Roland raises his eyebrows."Why," Roland asks, and I shrug this time before answering."The long hair is so messy. I have to style it, but with my bob, I get up and go. I'm the princess.....shouldn't I try to look more put together for the other packs," I say uneasily.My insecurity is screaming out loud and clear. I have no idea how to dress or appear professional. Rules, fighting, and laws, I know, but politics. Shaking hands and fake smiling have never been my strong suit. The closest people in my life share a look before looking back at me."The packs will be more than happy to meet you, Sasha," Luis declares, and I roll my eyes."You should do what makes you most comfortable. During this tour, we will be meeting with many Alphas and many Lunas, but we will be on training fields for the
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