When I got back to my seat, Kieran was turned around, talking to the girl behind him.He saw me and asked the way he always did, “Where’s your hat?”I touched my hair.Without the dark gray knit cap, there was no hiding the red I’d been born with. Afternoon sunlight caught the ends, bright as a flame that refused to go out.“Lost it.”He frowned and pulled the curtain beside me shut, blocking the looks coming in from the hallway.“Wait for me tonight. I’ll walk you home.”For a moment, I almost believed I’d misheard him on picture day.Most werewolves in the Blackpine Pack had brown or black hair. My red hair came from my human mother. It didn’t prove anything by itself, but to anyone who knew me, it was a reminder.Half-blood.My father was a full pack member, and I’d lived in the territory all my life. My ID still listed me as a “Dependent Resident.”I could shift, but I’d never been able to access the pack’s shared mind-link. I couldn’t hear territorial alerts. I couldn’t hear patro
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