Jacob: We have gifts for you too…
I looked at him and smiled. I knew my mother had spoken to them through her mind, telling them that I was going to open a door for them. He returned my smile and reached out his hand to place it on mine. I didn’t take my hand away. I focused on the good times we had together. I also told myself that this might be our last night together, because I hadn’t changed my plans, or almost not. If the New Hope Pack opened its doors to me, then it would be my new pack.
My father handed me a small box.
Jacob: This belonged to your grandmother, who got it from her mother and so on. This jewel has been in the family for ten generations. Usually, it is given to the first daughter when she turns eighteen, but I was an only child, so I took it to give to my daughter.
