ELLA'S POV
It's been over two weeks since my eighteenth birthday. No calls or texts from my parents. My heart felt like a sharp blade was stabbed through. I looked down on my phone, as though, if I stared a little longer, it might help change their mind.
My gear bruised against its ribcage. I sighed, walked to the fur couch on my balcony and slouched against it. It was barely six in the morning and the summer sky had barely opened up to the warm morning sun.
I clenched my hands around the edge of the chair. Holding my breath, I dialed my mother's number. It rang for a few seconds before it went to voicemail. She was a morning person, so that meant she was already up. Just not to attend to irrelevant things. Irrelevant things, being a daughter who didn't have a wolf, at least that's w
