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We want to know what happened. We need to figure out why she is missing and if she left on her own accord.” Tate says, and in seconds, everyone takes off in different directions to search for our Daughter. Her Brothers rush off as well, and Tate holds me in his arms as I quietly break down.
“I am near a cottage at the northern border. I can smell her scent strongly here.” Fletcher announces through the mind-link after two hours of searching for Morgan.
Tate sends all her Brothers towards him, but an hour later, they still haven’t found her. One of our Omegas who works in the main dining room approaches us with a worried look, only moments after my sons have returned to the pack house.
“Is there something you would like to tell us?” I ask her as she stops near our table.
“Luna, I mean no offense with what I am about to say. Morgan hasn’t been to the main dining room for lunch or dinner for months. I didn’t say anything because none of you seemed to be worried when she no longer showed up.
A week ago, she came in for dinner again, but left before we served dessert. I noticed her bike missing from the garage about a month ago, but I thought she might have gone for a ride, as she has done quite often the past few months.” She says, and I just look at her as Tate thanks her for telling us.
Once we are all back on the Alpha floor, I break down and start sobbing as Tate wraps his arms around me.
“Mom, if she left the territory, we would have felt the Pack-bond snap. She still has to be in the territory.” Landon says as he places his laptop on his lap, and Colton runs out the door.
A few minutes later, Colton walks back into the room, and his face doesn’t predict much good: “Her file is gone, and I can’t find her initiation papers.”
Tate mutters “Fuck” as he jumps off the couch, while Colton sits down.
“We were supposed to initiate her the night after her sixteenth birthday, but we were too busy going over the gift she might get.” Tate mumbles.
I try to remember the last time I spoke to her, and for the life of me, I can’t remember.
“I didn’t have a Mother-Daughter day with her once since she turned sixteen,” I say, and one after the other remembers that they brushed her off after we told them about her seventeenth birthday.
“She left on her bike, she crossed the border not far from the cottage,” Landon says, and Tate calls off the search for our daughter.
She left the territory, so there is no use. I spend the rest of the day in a daze, and at dinner, I get the worst news I could have gotten.
Ashton tells me she hasn’t been in the dining room for nearly a year; they even saw footage of her trying to talk to one of us, and it always ended the same way.
We would tell her we were too busy, or we would cut her off by walking away from her; we pushed her away from us by forgetting how much she meant to all of us.
Morgan’s p.o.v.
Ever since I left Blue River territory, I have been noticing a change in myself. I can’t explain it yet because it is very erratic, and every time I think I’ve got it figured out, it changes again. One thing I do know for sure is that my hearing has increased a lot, and I am not talking about being able to hear things close to me.
I was riding through a forest when I heard whimpering, and I stopped because I thought it came from beside the road, but I had to walk over a mile before I found the source.
A female from about my age was lying on the forest floor, cuts and bruises all over her body, and I took her back to my bike to attend to her wounds.
Her Father was grateful I found her and made sure she came home safely. It was also the first time I thought I heard someone’s thoughts, and at first I wanted to ignore it, but I decided to inform her Father as he walked me back to my bike.
He didn’t ask anything, he just nodded his head, and I hope he will keep it in mind for the future.
It is my seventeenth birthday, and I am finally at the gate of the Academy. I get quite a few strange looks, but every Wolf and Lycan steps aside to let me pass, and the Lycan at the gate gives me an even stranger look.
I pull to a stop in front of him, and I remove my helmet, only to be met with a dumbfounded look from the Guard.
