18th Birthday

It’s senior year, and my 15th birthday.

This is the chapter of my life that is supposed to feel really different, the part where I feel loved and accepted, but nothing feels different.

The school’s hallway stretched to a limitless end.

For me, it was like a walk of shame, just like how it has always been.

I tried hard to subdue the voices in my head, but there was almost nothing I could do about it.

Ravena and Vaelith: my Wolf and Demon.

Where Ravena consoled me, urging me to endure the students disgusted looks and focus on the possibility of meeting my mate today.

Vaelith, however, had enough.

She craved bloodshed and wanted to rip out the heart of anyone who so much as glanced at me.

“Monster”

Cursed

I closed my eyes briefly, my hand tightened against my bag strap as I fought for control.

“Daughter of a traitor. She should be hanged.” I heard a loud snort.

Anger surged in me, like a short spark. But I never stopped walking or turned around to look at the person who commented.

Ravena was pleased.

Then trouble came.

I smelt her before I saw her.