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I allowed Amra to go through my memories, and when she reached the memories of the past year, she became furious. She understood why I wanted to leave, but she asked me to give her one chance to find out why my family started to ignore me, and I reluctantly agreed to join our family for dinner tonight.
The rest of that day, we spent talking about my childhood, about our family, and everything I learned over the years from following my Dad and my Brothers. She liked looking at my memories of the Mother-
Daughter days I spent with Mom, but she got angry when she couldn’t find one from the past year.
When I walked into the dining room, I mentioned to Amra that our family wasn’t present yet, and I sat down in my usual seat. It took a few minutes for everyone to be present.
An Omega placed my plate in front of me, but she didn’t look surprised to see me at the table, and I wondered if anyone ever noticed I hadn’t been here in months.
I concentrated on my food as I let Amra do what she wanted. I didn’t try to start a conversation with my family, and when I was finished, she told me that our parents’ Lycans didn’t acknowledge her, not even Ashton’s Lycan had acknowledged her.
We left the dining room before dessert was served, and we walked back to the cottage to grab our backpack.
“I am sorry, my human. I hoped that I could make sense out of the past year, but I have no answers.” Amra retreated to the back of my head as I grabbed everything we needed and headed out to my bike.
I finally look over my shoulder to take one last look at the territory I was born in, but I don’t feel the sadness I was suspecting. I feel relief and determination. I feel lighter than I have in months.
Luna Giselle’s p.o.v.
For the past week, my Lycan has been acting strangely, but she can’t recall anything happening during the past week to justify her feelings.
Well, nothing out of the ordinary, that is, and we both decide it has to do with our little miracle’s birthday. Today, we will spend the day on our own floor while our pack members organize the final details for the party.
Tate walks out of the bathroom as I walk out of our closet, and he smiles at me before he asks me if I have everything under control.
“Of course, I have everything under control. I can’t wait to see her face when she sees what we have organized for her seventeenth birthday party.” I answer as I wrap my arms around his waist.
I walk into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. I am going to make Morgan all of her favorite dishes. Colton and Landon are already setting the table as I am pulling everything I need from the pantry and the fridge.
Ashton walks into the kitchen with a strange look on his face, and I ask him what is wrong.
“I don’t know, Mom. Titan feels as if he missed something major. We have gone over the past week, but we can’t figure it out.” Ashton answers me, and I tell him that Sage has the same problem.
“We have been so busy organizing everything, we had to reconfirm that the King would send witnesses, and I think we are just worried that something might go wrong.” Ashton mumbles.
“Roman has been acting the same, but he can’t explain it either,” Tate says, and I think it is safe to say that we are all worried that something might blow up in our faces.
We talk about tonight’s party as the boys help me get breakfast ready, and as they bring everything to the dining room, I walk towards Morgan’s room to wake her up.
As I walk down the hall to her room, something feels off, and I start to feel anxious the closer I get to her room.
“Is something wrong?” Tate asks from behind me, and I tell him that something doesn’t feel right. Ashton pushes past me to open her bedroom door, and then it hits me. I can barely smell the scent of my daughter, and Sage starts to whimper in my head.
“Her stuff is missing. Her closet is almost empty, and most of her things from the bathroom are missing.” Ashton is running around her room like a headless chicken.
“All pack members to the pack house. NOW.” Tate sends out through a Pack-wide mind-link, and within seconds, I can hear footsteps and paws pounding the stairs and the ground. Everyone is quiet when we step onto the front porch.
“Morgan is missing, and with how faint her scent is in her room, she has been gone for a while. I want the entire territory searched, and if anyone can think of anything strange, I want to hear about it; no one will get into trouble.
