Eighteenth birthdays aren’t supposed to be a shitshow. But in my case, it fucking was. In our werewolf country, it has always been winter. But somehow, we learned to live with the cold. It started ever since the Alpha King sat on his throne. Every Alpha King in every generation, they are free to choose which season will rule for the rest of their reign. Winter was what the current Alpha King chose. Cold, lifeless, pale. I’m not surprised. Today, I just met my wolf, Mara. She’s a fierce white wolf with turquoise eyes ringed with gold. Though I’m happy I met her, I cannot feel any more than this feeling of happiness other than an obligation as an Alpha’s youngest daughter.“Give a round of applause to my little princess, everyone!” Everybody in the pack looked up at me with smiles and awe as soon as my father brought me to his little stage. “Happy eighteenth birthday, Evadne!” Every single one of them hurled their birthday greetings at me. I should fe
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