CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN

MAGNUS POV

AGE FIFTEEN

“Why do I have to be there?“ I whined.

“Why do you have to go to your pack?“ My mother scoffed. “Boy, don't annoy me.“

“But…I haven't been there in so long.“

“Exactly. Every wolf needs to be around his pack.“

“I don't want to.“

“Well, you have no choice. Start packing.“ She ordered.

My parents moved to the city when I was very young. I honestly had no recollection of ever being there. I do know that we were practically royalty over there.

“Your uncle Lawson is the Alpha there.“ My father explained to me. He explained everything that was related to packs and pack business to me when I was 6.

“Is Dad going, too?“ I eventually dragged out my suitcase. I filled it with things I thought I'd need.

“Yeah. He will come straight from work, and we will be off.“

“Yes.“ The only part that cheered me up about this trip was that we were going to be driving all night. I love traveling at night.

My mom dragged out two suitcases, and I stood there, perplexed. “Are we moving the