Chloe
14 years later
“Mom!”
I nearly jump out of my skin as Ryker bursts into the kitchen where I’m icing a cake for our oldest sons. “Ryker, how many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me?” I pant as I put a hand over my pounding heart.
“I didn’t sneak up on you,” he says as he rolls his eyes dramatically. “Dad even yelled at me to stop stomping, but I told him I was trying not to sneak up on you!”
I heave out a sigh. It’s not really his fault. My nerves have been shot all week waiting for tonight. Ryan and Ryker have finally hit the age when they should be getting their wolves. Ryan’s been showing signs over the last couple of weeks- the moodiness, the desire to be outside even more than usual, the cravings for meat- but Ryker hasn’t changed much from the usual sw
