Disclaimer: Maximum Ride belongs to James Patterson. Lorien Legacies belongs to Pittacus Lore. Do I sound like any of those people? Didn't think so.
One's POV
I woke up to see my Cepan's face inches from mine.
"Jeez, Luke! Don't scare me like that!" I cried as he pulled back.
"Sorry, Justin, but I had to wake you up. Today's moving day," he told me, obviously trying to sound upbeat. I groaned.
"Another move? I'm still recovering from the last one!" I said. It was true. We had moved to Little Deer Isle, Maine, only three months ago.
"I know. But the Mogadorians have picked up our scent," Luke muttered. "I can tell," he added ominously.
It was true. I could tell, too, but I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to move again, but it had probably cost us. The Mogadorians could be coming for us this second. And we had moved to a place that was only three states over. Probably not the smartest move.
"We're going to a very remote place in California. It's just one neighborhood. Nine houses. And eight of them are on the market," he told me. I sighed. I couldn't argue with him. I had chosen this place, so he got to chose the next one. I just hadn't thought it would be so soon.
"Alright," I agreed after a while. "It's hard to argue with you," I added truthfully.
"Thought so," Luke said, smirking. He handed something to me. I looked at it. It was my new ID. Dylan Hans, it read.