Today’s my 18th birthday, and I woke up feeling a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in my chest. Eighteen is a big deal for any werewolf. It’s the age when we can find our mates. But for me, it’s more complicated. I’m an orphan, so I’ve always felt a little different from the other pack members. But I’ve never let that hold me back.
I was just finishing up my morning routine when Jason, the eldest of the triplet alphas, appeared out of nowhere. His light brown hair was tousled, and there was a mischievous sparkle in his deep blue gray eyes.
“Morning, Faith. Got any plans for today?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but I could sense something underneath his words.
I shook my head. “Not really. Just hoping to avoid any surprise birthday pranks.”
He grinned. “Well, how about we
