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Mom had researched the Pack’s Archive and found out that there had been seven females born into Dad’s bloodline. Two of them had been able to hear thoughts, two of them had been able to sense Werewolves and Lycans from a mile away, one of them had been able to hear sounds from a mile away, and one of them could read memories of places as long as they had happened within twenty-four hours.
“I started planning for her seventeenth birthday from the day she was born. I added more to the list as Morgan got older, and removed some as things changed.” Mom had said.
Landon made a giant printout of the list and taped it to the wall, a reminder for all of us that we still had a lot to do, and I was relieved every time we got to cross something off the list.
The celebration was planned with the clearing near our western border in mind. It made it easier for us to keep it a secret from her.
We concentrated on one task at a time, and right now, my office is covered with fabrics in indigo and maroon. We need to decide which ones to use for the party.
I smile as I think about our little spitfire. At only 5″5 she is a force to be reckoned with. If she gets pissed at you, there is nowhere to run or hide. I found that out when I tossed a few of her papers in the bin next to her desk. Not only did she kick me, but she also refused to talk to me for two days.
Each of us has a story like that about her, and the older she got, the worse her tantrums became. Mom and Dad always say she is worse than all of their Sons combined.
If you hear every story my Brothers and I have, you will know that Mom and Dad are very accurate.
Some may think we fear our parents, but there is only one person we all really fear in this world, and that is our baby Sister. At first, she will be pissed at us for keeping this a secret, but once Dad explains everything to her, she will be grateful.
“Dad, why was the King’s Council never informed? Why didn’t your family ask for witnesses?” Hudson had asked Dad a few weeks ago.
Dad thought about it for a few days before he told us it might prevent Morgan from facing the same fate as our ancestors. Tomorrow morning, Mom and Dad will leave to visit an old family friend, and I will contact the King’s Council.
I will also ask them to send some witnesses. I believe that the more people who know, the safer Morgan will be.
Declan holds up two pieces of fabric, and even though they are her favorite colors, I doubt she would like the fabrics. He tosses them in the bin after I shake my head.
Landon has been watching him for a while now, and I wonder when he is planning to put Declan out of his misery. Landon slowly gets up to walk over to Declan, and he is looking at all the fabrics spread out on Declan’s desk.
He grabs one after the other to toss them into the bin without saying a word, and steadily, but slowly, he clears the desk until only a few fabrics remain.
Declan sighs in relief as Landon just made his life a little easier. Both of them look at the remaining pieces and reach for the same one at the same time.
Looks like we have finally tackled that task, and I see Michael smile as he checks off another box.
Morgan’s p.o.v.
“How long will it take before they figure out that we left the territory?” I ask Amra. I am not expecting an answer from her, but I need to ask anyway.
After I had taken all the tests, I received an email from the King’s Army confirming that I had been accepted into the Army. I didn’t have to go through any extra trials or tests, and I decided that I needed to plan my departure to reach the King’s Army on the day I would turn seventeen.
I moved my bike from the garage to the cottage, and so far, no one has asked about it being missing from the garage. I ordered myself a bigger backpack so that I could take a few things with me, and the rest I had sent to the Academy a week ago. It will be in the room I will call home for the next few years.
I had been woken up in the middle of the night to soft singing in my head, and for a moment, I thought I was in my room at the Pack-house, that was, until I realized that the voice was unfamiliar to me.
“Happy Birthday, Morgan.” I heard the voice say, and I automatically answered, “You are a week too early.” Only to be met with laughter in my head.
“Silly girl, I am in your head. My name is Amra, and I am your Lycan.” She responded, and again I told her she is a week early, but then she told me that I was born a week late.
Making this my birthday instead of a week from today, don’t ask me how that is possible because I have no clue, and Amra doesn’t want to explain it.
