Morgan
‘Do you think I was convincing?’ My dad mind-linked me, looking over my mother's shoulder.
‘Does she look as though she has any clue?’ I replied, spotting the proud smile on my mom’s face.
It was truly ironic that the only ‘surprise’ here was that my mom thought she could be subtle in any way. In her defence, she wasn’t one for party planning. The few Alpha meetings our pack had hosted that I remember, she had simply thrown a huge bonfire and left the food details up to the kitchen staff of the pack house, fully trusting their skills and creativity. It had always raised the eyebrow of more ‘sophisticated’ leaders expecting an elaborate and polished evening. But I wasn’t quite sure what else they were expecting from a hippy Luna who walked around barefoot, wore flowers in her hai
