More Disaster 2

I fetched the candles that I had managed to uh, borrow, from the kitchen and placed it at the side of my little makeshift cake that I had whipped up earlier today. I wasn't sure if it would taste nice considering the fact that I had only thirty minutes to bake the whole thing plus minimal access to ingredients, but I didn't care. A cake was still a cake regardless.

I probably looked nothing less of a Cheshire cat because I couldn't help the excited grin that remained plastered on my face. Turning eighteen was a very important thing for every werewolf because it brought a new life to the limelight and I was eager to find out who I was going to belong to for the rest of my life.

Looking at how I placed the candles, I took it out deciding that the middle was the best spot for it. I was about doing so when my door was nonchalantly banged open and an aura that I hated the most stepped into my room.

I looked up and to my utter dismay, Xavier was standing in my room, flitting his eyes around