Chapter 8: Eighteenth Birthday
Two days later.
Olivia's POV
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Olivia... happy birthday to you."
My mother's soft singing pulled me from my sleep. Slowly, I forced my heavy eyelids open, meeting her warm gaze as she sat beside me on the bed. A bright smile lit up her face as she held a tiny cupcake with a single candle on top.
A matching smile spread across my face as I sat up.
"Happy eighteenth birthday, my love," she said cheerfully. "Now, make a wish and blow out the candle."
Sucking in a deep breath, I hesitated. It wasn't that I didn't know what to wish for—I had too many wishes. I wished for my father's release, for him to be proven innocent because I knew in my heart he was. I wished for our old life to be restored, for the respect we had lost to return. And maybe, just maybe, I wished to find a mate who would love me.
So many wishes, but in the end, I summed them up into one.
Closing my eyes, I whispered, "I wish to be happy again," before blowing out the candle.
When I opened my eyes, my mother's warm smile remained.
Are you ready for the mating ceremony?" she asked.
I already had my wolf since I turned fourteen, although my wolf has not been very active because I wasn't eighteen year yet. But time to time I feel her presence, her anger, her moods and sometimes her soft whispers.