"It's said she's made of storm cells
And a wild wolf's hungry heart,
That she's learned the lightning's secret
To ripping darkened skies apart.
The power of her presence
Can bring the mountains to their knees,
Her song is one of chaos
As she stirs the angry seas.
But if you've met, you'd be none the wiser
Since she is also born of light,
Another face amongst the crowd;
The hidden hiding in plain sight.
Great power doesn't always come
Inside the forms that you'd assume,
But you would never doubt her strength
When she is howling at the moon."
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The Three Kings
Lupi mannariHanna Wilson is just trying to survive one day at a time. Dealing with her own trauma, demons, and figuring out what she's going to do with her life after college, leaves no room to deal with anything else. ...
