Chapter 131.

“How old is she?”  I jumped around and saw Gabe barely an inch away, his shoulder brushed up against mine and he was looking at Mathilda and Elisa disappear around a corner. “Thirteen,” I said with a hand over my heart while I steadied my breathing. I remembered her thirteenth birthday, it was a few months before the Hunt and I was blissfully ignorant about where life was heading. There was cake, food for a whole village that my mother spent a week preparing and all of our neighbors came to celebrate with us. Thirteen is the sendoff into youth, the last, and some would say most difficult years, before you gain your wolf and life truly begins. During those five years, a person changes more than I could tell you in words alone; it’s physical and mental, your brain sort of adjusts itself during those years to make room for another living, breathing creature to take its rightful place and bind your souls together. It’s painful, rough in every aspect, and the most beautiful moment- other th