Tanya Velichko:
Today I turned sixteen.
The age when you finally get your passport. A milestone in any teenager’s life, marking another step toward adulthood.
Since early morning, my phone has been buzzing nonstop—calls, messages, well-wishes.
So many people remembered—my sister, friends, classmates both past and present, kids I tutor, my sister’s friends… even a few of my teachers.
But not him. Not Zavir.
We once talked casually about holidays and birthdays, and it just sort of came up—we told each other our dates, without much fanfare.
So did he really forget?
Or… maybe he never remembered it at all.
Maybe he just asked out of politeness. Maybe it meant nothing to him. Why would it? He’s a busy werewolf, an important one at that—he has duties, responsibilities, a girlfriend...
