Eighteenth birthdays aren't supposed to be a shitshow. But in my case, it was.

   "Give a round of applause to my little princess, everyone!" Everybody in the pack looked up at me with smiles and awe as soon as my father brought me to his little stage.

"Happy eighteenth birthday, Fiona!" Every single one of them hurled their birthday greetings to me. I should feel happy. I should feel thankful.

But deep down, I still feel lost. I feel like some pig to be slaughtered for festivities.

   "Smile," my father, Alpha Talon of the Nightshade Pack, ordered. I did right away.

   My father never smiled at me throughout the night....