The next morning, I woke up early- not to the usual twittering of birds or rays of the early morning sun, but to the sounds of activity going on in my house. Footsteps passed my door. I heard doors in the corridor opening and closing. Even when we had parties or events planned at my pack, it was never this noisy. Everything was done efficiently and without any fuss thanks to my mother and the organizational ability of my father and the pack. For a moment, I wondered if Kane's pack members had all come here for some sort of meeting. Then I remembered the meetings my father had yesterday. Maybe this was a result of it.
I had not slept well last night. I had stayed up late thinking about possible reasons for all the activity I had seen going on yesterday. Groggily, I went to the window, dre
