Before Midnight

Dec

“There’s the birthday boy!” Mindy, my stepmother, exclaims the morning before my birthday. The reason she does this is because werewolves usually celebrate their eighteenth birthday the day before so that we can find our mate at midnight.

She walks over to the kitchen table, where I’m busy eating my cereal, and grabs my cheek. “Are you excited?”

I wave her away with my hand, and when that d