Layla POV I had been waiting for this moment my whole life. Turning eighteen was the moment every wolf anticipated. The night a wolf gets their wolf and shifts for the first time. “You are stunning, Layla,” my mom, Julia, said to me. “Thanks, Mom,” I replied as I twirled in front of the mirror. My father, Eric, was also here and he looked away for a moment. I could tell he was getting a little emotional, so I politely ignored him and applied some more lip gloss. Once he had composed himself, he turned back to me and presented me with a jewelry box. “Is that what I think it is?” I asked excitedly. I was practically bouncing in front of him. He smiled, opening the box. I gasped, even though I knew what it was. It was a necklace and the matching earrings from the family heirlooms. They were my favourite. Tears filled my eyes, “You have earned them, Layla,” my father stated.
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