I looked up at the plain white ceiling as my mind began to wander.

Tomorrow was my eighteenth birthday, and my wolf Max has been jumping around the whole week. He was overwhelmed with excitement and anticipation.

Max couldn't wait to find our mate, and I have to admit I was just as excited.

I smiled to myself when I started imagining what she would be like.

Would she be shy and reserved, yet overly possessive? Or would she be loud and annoying, but in a cute way?

Would she have fiery red hair, long golden locks, or beautiful, long brown waves?

Was she going to be adorably short, or...