Briar
I woke up on my 18th birthday feeling a mix of excitement and dread. It was supposed to be a big day - officially an adult, finally able to shift. But with everything that had happened lately, it felt more complicated than celebratory.
Finn's voice called up the stairs, "Rise and shine, birthday girl! These pancakes aren't going to eat themselves!"
I padded downstairs in my pajamas, grinning as I saw Finn wearing a ridiculous 'Kiss the Cook' apron. "Nice look," I teased.
He stuck out his tongue. "Hey, respect the chef or no pancakes for you."
Lila burst through the front door without knocking, her arms laden with bags. "Happy birthday!" she squealed, tackling me in a hug that nearly knocked us both over.
After we'd stuffed ourselves with pancakes (complete with whipped cream s
