Philip would have to stay in that room for hours, alone and traveling through his old memories. The more times you had come to this world the more it took you to retrieve everything, it was a long process filled with pain and joy, a mystery that would unravel by a single light like the sole center headlight on an empty stage.
He didn't prepare anything too complicated. Some people would eat before they fell asleep, get new beds and all kinds of weird things to signify the importance of the moment. The day a werewolf turned twenty was the day their life changed, from a pup to a full fledged part of the pack.
The young werewolf had changed a few pillows so he could find the one that was the most comfortable. He didn't know if it was his nerves but one pillow seemed to be too harsh, the other too soft. Too cold and too warm.
