HUNT’S POINT OF VIEW
“There’s nothing in here, Morrigan!” I said, frustrated after I searched every single possible inch of my mom’s room.
*Pup, don’t yell. Remember, we don’t know what she is. She could be a shifter, vampire, or witch. She can pop at any time. Keep the conversations in your pretty head.* Morrigan says in a serious, but also merry voice, trying to lighten up the mood.
*Fine. Let’s look in my bedroom. Who knows? Maybe we will get lucky.* I suggest, even though I’m 99.9%, that she would never hide important stuff in my room, but there’s always that 0.1%, so it’s worth the shot.
I started searching my room, pulling off the mattress, looking for secret hideouts in the walls, but again, I came empty-handed.
*I guess that I’ll have to face her after all.* The thought of lo
