Dad looked at me for a brief second before whispering, "By organizing a birthday party for you," he shot
I gasped.
That is surprising like the information is like a prank to me. The issue is not the fact that I don't believe that, but they are his words that are unbelievable as if they don't have a place in my mind or at least my heart.
He glared at me from half-closed lids, watching at my expression if it was that of contentment or doubt.
I couldn't even pretend like I was happy, I was literally not, but then came the thought of finding a mate for myself too.
Mates meet everywhere and anywhere, it could be my pack member and it can be someone I don't even know. But then, meeting my mate at the arty is something I have never been sure of.
I opened my mouth to speak but then, no word could be heard from me, causing me to heave a sigh instead.