Few years earlier. The day the twins turned Eighteen.
“Kian, wake up! I've got my wolf!” Zeke said excitedly as he shook Kian who was peacefully sleeping vigorously.
“For goddesses sake Zeke, I'm trying to sleep here,” Kian grumbled, turning to the other side of the bed, as he covered his entire body with the duvet and buried his face in the pillows.
“Dove such a killjoy,” Zeke whined, dragging the duvet off Kian, and plopped on the bed beside Kian. “Did you get yours yet? What's his name? My wolf's name is Zane. I can't wait for the full moon tonight so I can shift and..” Zeke was saying a million and one things at once.
Just then the door to the room opened, and their mother, Queen Esmeralda stepped in.
“Zeke, allow Kian to sleep some more,” Queen Esmeralda said with a light chuckle
