A hopeful idiot

Author's note: This is from Zoe's point of view

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And the long-awaited day finally arrived. My eighteenth birthday.

It should be a big deal, becoming an adult and everything that comes with it, but my day wasn't fantastic, as I hoped it will be.

I woke up with a start, afraid that I overslept, only to see that it's barely dawn.

BUT! Today was my birthday and technically I was eighteen years old since midnight, which means a few hours already, so I took a deep breath and focused. I tried sensing something, anything.

"Hello?", I called aloud like a hopeful idiot and waited for my wolf to respond.

I did this a million times in the last few years, every time hoping that my wolf will say something, but just like a million times prior, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Damn it!

After an initial surge of rage, I calmed down and drowned in depression.

I am useless.

Why is my wolf not responsive?