HUDSON
FIVE WEEKS LATER
"Hudson," calls my mum. "Are you ready? We don't want to be late for your alpha ceremony."
I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My mother has gone way overboard with my alpha ceremony, and I am not even in the mood for it.
I catch a glimpse of the feather on my bed stand. I can't help but sigh and walk over to it. I sit on the bed and place the feather in my hand. It's has been three whole weeks since the feather came through my window, and there’s still no sign of Brooke.
I twirl the feather between my fingers; her scent comes straight to my nose. This feather is unique; Brooke's scent never fades away when I hold it. It helps Asher and I calm down when we miss her.
I showed Danica the feather, and she was amazed that it appeared, but she believes it’s a s
