No More Weakness

Olivia's POV

I looked around, realizing I was standing in the pack house backyard, decorated with twinkling lights and colorful ribbons. It was beautiful, almost magical, and my heart swelled with happiness.

My thirteenth birthday.

The triplets stood near the picnic table, their faces lit up with proud grins. Lennox was struggling to keep a banner from tangling while Levi arranged a plate of cupcakes shaped like little wolves, and Louis was busy lighting a small bonfire. The scent of roasted marshmallows filled the air, making my stomach growl.

"Come on, Nox, you're gonna strangle yourself," Levi teased, laughing as Lennox glared at him.

"Shut up and help me before Olivia sees this mess!" Lennox snapped back, huffing as he finally managed to get the banner straight.

Louis looked over his shoulder and caught sight of me, his eyes lighting up. "Well, too late. Birthday girl's already here."