I was a werewolf without a wolf. But I developed an ability to heal wounds and injuries. My mother said the Goddess had given me this skill in place of my wolf. But there were those that saw me as undeserving and I fell prey to their abuse. My life was miserable until I met him. The Healer's Mate.
My name was Kimiko Misora. This is the story of how I was forced to deal with my sister, Naomi Misora's, tragic and mysterious death. How I helped catch a serial killer with God like powers. How I fell in love. And how Kimiko Misora died.
We were created for power. Scientists created us all with an individual power unique to us and one other person: our twin. They make us in pairs but they usually end up with singles because a side effect of putting so much power into one person is death. But no big deal. If one generation dies, they make another. And...