Chloe
I
roll over in bed and open my eyes, I feel like I have been hit by a car. I
seriously do not feel like my self at all. Then it hits me. Today is the day,
today I turn eighteen and get my wolf. Tears roll down my face, there is no
brother running in jumping on my bed wishing me a happy Birthday, no smell of
blueberry pancakes bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen, there is not going
to be a happy smiling mother waiting at the bottom of the stairs for me holding
out a gift for me, there will be no more mother daughter spa days, favorite dinner
or cake and worst of all they will not be there to help me go through my first
shift. tears fall,
“Sweetheart,
are you crying?” Marcus asks placing a hand on my side
“It
is ok I am fine” I answer
“Chloe
talk to me what is wrong?
