The party is in full swing. We have one hour until Theo turns eighteen, and meets his Wolf and possibly his fated mate. There’s a lot of girls pining for his attention but the only one who gets it is me. We have danced our hearts out, laughed until tears and been as silly as possible. I’ve met his friends who I didn’t really know as they were only fifteen when I was practically locked away. They are all funny though and playing pranks on each other like teenage boys do.
We have drank far too much and I’m trying to shove slices of bread into Theo’s mouth and pour water down his throat to sober him up a little. One of his friends videos us as Vivian fumes in the corner. Most parents stay for the first hour then leave until half an hour before to bring in a cake and then support them throug
