The morning of Siobhan's eighteenth birthday arrived with golden sunlight and the
promise of transformation.
Fiona woke to find her sister already awake, sitting cross-legged on her bed with her
phone in hand, scrolling through messages and posts with manic energy.
"You're up early," Fiona said, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
"I couldn't sleep." Siobhan's voice was pitched higher than usual, vibrating with barely
contained excitement. Inside her mind, her wolf Enya was already stirring—a playful presence
that had been building for weeks, eager and joyful. "It's today, Fi. It's actually today. In twelve hours, I'll have my wolf. I'll finally know who I really am."
Fiona sat up, studying her sister's face. Siobhan's copper hair was already styled in
loose waves, and she'd clearly been
