Sarafina didn’t slow down even after we stepped off the porch. Her fingers were still wrapped around mine, pulling me forward like she had somewhere important to be and I was just along for the ride.“Where exactly are we going?” I asked, half amused, half curious.“You’ll see,” she said over her shoulder, a grin tugging at her lips.We walked past a few houses, deeper into the pack grounds, until the sounds reached me first.Laughter, shouting and the dull thud of bodies hitting the ground.I frowned slightly as we came into view of a large clearing, dominated by a massive tree that stretched its branches wide like it was sheltering everything beneath it, and under it were kids.A lot of them. Some my age, some not.Some of the boys were roughhousing—play fighting, shoving each other, laughing as they tried to pin one another down. Others sat in small groups, talking. A few girls were off to one side, braiding each other’s hair, giggling over something I couldn’t hear.My people, and
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