A chilling wave of fear ran down Elara’s spine on her way back to the house. Something like that had never happened to her. The only time she felt something remotely close was on her 18th birthday, when she waited for her wolf but it never came.
She had stood in the corner of the room -as every other person got their wolves- a sharp pain running throughout her body before the pain overpowered her and she passed out.
When she woke up, she remained there on the floor waiting and hoping. It wasn’t until the moon disappeared and the sun was beginning to rise that she realized that she wasn’t getting her wolf. She then went back to her room and cried till she was out of breath.
Now, at twenty-four, six years after that night, Elara never expected to experience that pain again. But she had
