Morgan About an hour before dinner, every member of my unit has returned to the Academy, and Danica doesn't waste time when she tells Flora that I know who the intruder is. "Why do you think that Morgan knows who the intruder is?" Flora asks, and Danica tells them what happened when I walked into my bedroom. "The gift of perception," Moura mumbles, and we all just stare at her. She will tell us whatever she knows about this gift. "A Wolf or Lycan that has the gift of perception can relive something that happened, whether it is in a room or outside. Most call it reliving a memory, and in almost every known case, the memory can't be older than twenty-four hours. If Morgan relived a memory, it happened within the past twenty-four hours. She will be able to feel how the people she watches are feeling, and she can hear what they are saying. There isn't much known about what it does to the Wolf or Lycan that relives the memory, so it might be best if someone is with her at all times. What I do know is that a memory can be summoned, or it can happen without warning. How often has this happened, Morgan?" I hear Moura ask after she has told us what she knows. "This was the first time, but I doubt our intruder is aware of what he did. From what I saw, his Lycan was in control, and all he did was sleep on my bed," I respond. I decide not to tell them who it is. I need to think if I am going to confront him or not. After all, he is unaware of what he did, but I can't think of a reason why his Lycan would take control like that. I have read a lot of books growing up, and I have learned that a Wolf or Lycan can take control over his Human, but the Human will always find out about it. "That is true, but how long will it take before Jaylen finds out what his Lycan did or why he took control?" Amra says. Damn, she is right about that. It might take a long time before Jaylen has figured out that his Lycan took control or that he spent the night on my bed. Jaylen I stare at the ceiling, still not believing that I had a good night's sleep for once. I try to remember the last time I slept through the night, but I know it has been over fifteen years, and I also know what caused it. The only thing I am not sure about is when it exactly started, and no matter how often I go back to those memories, I can't find the starting point. It all started after my Father came home from one of his trips with the King. My Mother had left us years before, and Father had finally come to terms with her rejecting him. They had been together for almost thirty years, but my Mother wasn't willing to give up on other men, and Father had finally put his foot down. Either she chose him and gave up on other men, or she could reject him, but she wasn't allowed to take me with her. Without thinking about it twice, she rejected him. I was seventeen at the time and understood perfectly that she had been waiting for Father to give her an ultimatum, but she hadn't counted on me siding with my Father. After Mother left, I helped Father in any way I could with his job, and after almost five years, he had become the man I once knew—my Father. Before he left with the King, he told me that he hoped that one day he would find someone he could spend the rest of his life with, and I told him he should just keep his eyes open for her. Father had met a She-wolf while attending a meeting with a few Alphas that had numerous attacks by Rogues. She was the younger Sister of one of those Alphas, and they had gotten along great. The King had invited her for a visit a few weeks later, but somehow she had convinced Father that she should accompany them back to the Palace. One of the rooms in the guest wing was prepared for her, and at first, she had been nice and polite, but after two days, Father moved her into a room on our floor in the Royal wing. At first, I didn't think much of it, but after a while, I saw a change in my Father, and I even pointed it out to the King. Around that same time, my sleepless nights started. For some reason, I would wake up at least twice a night, and I never found out what woke me up. She got pregnant, and a month before I turned twenty-three, I got a baby Brother, Dalton. He was a very easy baby, sleeping through the night from the start, and the only times he would cry was when he was hungry or if I handed him back to Father. Father was over the moon with his second Son, but Lynah was not happy with him referring to Dalton as his second Son. Neither one of us understood why she didn't like it, but in hindsight, it made perfect sense. During the day, I would follow Father around to learn everything I needed to learn to take over from him one day, and in the evenings, I would be with Casimir and the rest of my friends. They knew about my sleepless nights, and after a year or two, Casimir suggested placing a hidden camera in my room. At first, I had laughed at him, but after a few weeks, I had told him to put it up, and the next evening he told me that it was done. That night, I went through my evening routine as every other night, and I linked Casimir every time I woke up, making sure he wrote down the times for us. Midnight growls in my head; he hates reliving those memories, and I can't blame him. My world got turned upside down when the truth came out.