*Morgan*
The next day Shane, Serena, Cain, Tanya, a few other shifters, and I take on the difficult task of packing up the basement supplies. There seem to be so many non-perishable foods, water, items to make fire, vinegar, honey, oils, and torches. Thankfully, they are mainly organized, but we have to put them in bins to transport them to the new location.
Now that I'm taking a more active role in the pack, I'm spending less time in my room or in my shed making my potions. I have more time getting to know the pack while I'm helping with the moving process.
“Cain, how old are you?" I ask him while we're sorting through the non-perishable foods.
He gasps and puts a hand to his heart. “Morgan! Don't you know you're never supposed to ask a gentleman his age?" Caine says in a silly voi
