Mika
So many things were happening simultaneously that it felt like my head was spinning. My 18th birthday was just around the corner—days away, really—and I found myself caught in a whirlwind of anticipation and anxiety.
With every passing moment, I couldn’t shake the nagging thought that I still hadn’t received my wolf. It was a rite of passage, an essential part of my identity that I was meant to embrace, and yet, here I was, stuck in this limbo.
I couldn’t help but wonder if I would ever be able to shift, to feel the powerful connection to the animal within me that everyone else seemed to possess. Would it be yet another thing for my peers to tease me about? The notion stung, wrapping around my thoughts and tightening like a vice.
The weight of these unanswered questions gnawed
