Querencia | p. lahote
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❝My hands are not clean, but they can still carry you home when you're ready to sleep.❞
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When you are not fed love on a silver spoon as a child, you learn to lick it off knives. Alana Vasquez supposed that that's why she's spent her entire life wielding an iron fist.
Her family has lived on the Quileute reservation for generations, but Alana wants nothing more than to get out and leave the dreary weather behind for someplace that never rains. She wants to let her anger go, to find peace and solace within herself. But learning to sweeten her bitter heart proves more difficult than she had imagined - especially with vampires, werewolves, and a certain human with a death wish running rampant in her hometown.
Alana just wants to find the place that makes her feel open instead of empty, but she's not sure if such a place exists.