Hear Me Through My Silence

Hear Me Through My Silence

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Every werewolf in Rosa's family has an ability. Her grandmother has healing, her grandfather has time travel and her mother had healing. Notice I used the word "had". When Rosa was little her mother was murdered in front of Rosa's very eyes. And ever since she hasn't spoken a word. Instead of being blessed with the power of telekinesis like her twin brother, as planed, she has something much more powerful. She knows the answer to everything. She knows what every action will lead to, every single detail about every person and what is supposed to happen in the future. In other words, she knows the meaning of life. And the only living person in the world who knows of her power is her twin, Xavier.
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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