*Cali POV*
“We meet again Golden spark,” the old grey haired prophet says. I don’t really know why he calls me that but it’s always been better than nameless girl everyone used to call me.
“Eighteen not what you expected. Meeting your wolf will be the same, so will be your mate,” he adds with the same mysterious aura I can never quite figure out. I am yet to meet someone who can understand this old man’s riddles. As an Epsilon he is very respected in the pack. I am very fond of him because he told me when my birthday was, otherwise I would not even know that I turned eighteen today.
“When is the full moon?” I ask a question that has become very important to me. He is right that eighteen has not turned out the way I anticipated. He is right about most things, probably all but no one fu
