Not My Normal Birthday

The next morning, I was reluctant to make my way to the dining hall for breakfast. Today was my eighteenth birthday. I was now a mature wolf. I was now an adult. But today was nothing like I thought it would be. There was no ritual knock on my bedroom door from my parents. My mother isn’t entering with a triple chocolate cake. And my dad doesn’t have a small present in his hand, specially wrapped by him. No, this wasn’t the birthday I had been looking forward to.

My phone chirped a few times with a few happy birthday texts from my friends back home. Even Luke texted me a simple ‘Happy Birthday.’