Jaylen When it was my turn to go over my assignments from the past week, Midnight was one furious Lycan. Neither one of us understood why King Damon decided to take her along instead of us. The moment I walked in, I knew I wouldn't like his answer, but I was unsure if there was an answer that could satisfy me. "Sit down, Jaylen," King Damon ordered, and I quietly obeyed. I couldn't go against our King. "Morgan has shown me she has a brain and knows how to use it. If it wasn't for Blue River Pack, I might have chosen you, but I need her to figure out what is going on within that Pack, and I doubt you would be able to come up with the questions she does ask." I know he didn't mean to sound insulting, but it did. Instead, I asked him what was bothering him about that Pack. "Over two years ago, I received a request to send witnesses to a ceremony that would be held almost a year later. They didn't tell me why, and I asked Elder Larson if he could think of a reason for their request. He thought it might have something to do with their Alpha's bloodline, but when we looked at his Pups, we found out that they have seven male Pups. Only a female born into that bloodline would have called for their request," King Damon had said, and both Casimir and I had just stared at him. He explained to us what was so rare about that bloodline, and the more he told us, the more I was convinced that Elder Larson was correct. With Elders there to witness the event, it would be impossible for her Mate to abuse her or to take advantage of her gift, and Casimir had asked what kind of gift they are known for. "The gift can be any gift from the Goddess. Their Pack's Archive holds records of seven females being born into the bloodline. Our Archives go back a lot further, and we have found records of eleven females, but all of them committed suicide because of their Mates," King Damon had answered, and we both told him that we believed it would have been a possibility. My mind is still on that conversation from hours ago, and I even talked to my own team about it. I need some insight before it makes me go insane. The rest of the week, our assignments keep me busy, and I don't even have the Sunday off to visit my Pups, but the calls in the evenings make up for a lot. Monday morning comes too fast, and I growl when my alarm clock wakes me. I hope we get enough assignments to keep us busy and to keep my mind off the fact that I won't be accompanying King Damon on this trip. In the little spare time I had, I looked into the bloodline of Alpha Tate, and what I found was rather unsettling. I am rather surprised to see Morgan in the meeting room, after all, she has the week off, and that is when I see the files in front of her. There are a lot more than what she walked out with a week ago, and I wonder which Commander asked for her help. Midnight has pushed forward again to look at Morgan, and I wonder what the fuck his obsession is with her. He just growls at my thoughts. She is talking to Casimir about their upcoming trip, and both barely greet me as I walk past them. I greet King Damon before I sit down next to Morgan, but she still ignores me. Casimir makes room for Amir the moment he shows up, and I see Morgan giving me a strange look, but I doubt Midnight growled out loud as no one else is looking at me. Ever since Morgan joined as Commander, there are no assignments left unresolved, and our Monday morning meetings have become rather short. King Damon takes Morgan with him when he heads for his office, and the rest of us patiently wait until they are done. The moment the door of his office opens, Midnight pushes forward again. If I didn't know any better, I would almost say that she is our Mate and that he will do everything to keep an eye on her. The only reason I know that she isn't our Mate is that he didn't push forward on any Full Moon to claim her, and he keeps away from her other than looking at her during our meetings. She would have claimed us if we were Mates, but she hasn't given me any indication that we are Mates, and I doubt she could hide it this well.