Winter POV
It's my eighteenth birthday next week, which falls neatly into my plan. I doubt Damien even remembers, he's not celebrated any of my birthdays before and it's not like Johnathon's going to know. All I have to do is hold on until then. Because then I can shift, I'll finally have my wolf and that is the most important aspect of my plan.
I'm leaving this place. I have no ties to my home, except for Damien, and I don't want to be a burden to him. In my condition, unable to talk to him, I'm not much of a sister or someone he can talk to. I also know that he's planning on getting a job to look after us both and, while I would do the same, who would hire someone who was mute? I'm not stupid, it was easy enough to see the expression on the doctor's and Damien's faces. My vocal cords h
