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Running Wolf

Running Wolf

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Casey is a sixteen year old orphan, the only life she had ever known was that of the orphanage and of the forest that surrounds it. Since she was young Casey had always felt a special connection to the forest and the mountains. Her only dream so unlike the others living with her was to run in the forest and become a true warrior of the forest like she had read about in stories. After almost ten years of training Casey is about to get the shock of her life and to be honest she might not be ready. But soon she learns that she is a lot stronger than she realized with ancient blood flowing through her veins and a prophecy following her ever step. She will learn that the adventure she had thought of so many times will not be as easy as she once thought. Her adventure will begin the moment she steps into the forest; it will test her strength, her powers and show her that even in the life of a warrior there is always time to look after her own heart. Jake is an eighteen year old orphan and warrior. Two years ago he left the orphanage behind and is now a true warrior of his tribe, the fastest and one of the most trusted of all. After two years though he still thinks back to the orphanage, and all those he left; especially his love. Though she was younger than him she was able to tame him and his wild ways that came back the moment he entered his new home. One mission will start a chain reaction that could either end in destruction or new hope and life. With danger coming from all sides both from enemies and friends a like he has to trust what he knows and most importantly his heart. With his love by his side and an ancient voice to guide him will they be able to keep the forest alive? Or will everything end in disaster?
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Maya «I never wanted to be feared. I wanted to be seen. Not as a monster, but as a girl who loves the smell of rain and the warmth of sunlit grass. A girl who talks to animals as if they understand her and whispers secrets to the wind when no one's listening. But the world doesn't care what I want. It sees the glow in my eyes and the claws beneath my skin and decides what I am. A beast. A danger. And now, with my family hanging by a thread and strangers knocking at our door, maybe it's time I stop holding back. Let them see what happens when you corner a wolf.» Remi «The sea doesn't forgive mistakes. I learned that the first time I felt the salt bite my wounds and the ropes burn my hands. Out there, you either adapt, or you drown. I learned to strike before being struck, and to stare into the eyes of men who'd rather see me dead. But even as the waves carried me further from the past, it never truly let go. And now, the storm I thought I'd outrun has caught up with me. Maya needs me. My father needs me. But the sea took parts of me I can't get back. What if the man who returns isn't enough? What if I'm already lost?» Lynn «The city taught me how to survive and how to disappear. A glance, a twitch of the fingers, a slight tilt of the head, that's all it takes to pick a pocket or avoid a blade. I learned to watch, to wait, to strike. I became the shadow people fear in alleyways. And I like it. I like the power, the freedom, the knowledge that no one can touch me unless I let them. But then came Maya's letter. And suddenly, the walls I built to keep the world out feel more like a cage. My little sister needs me, and I hate that it scares me. Not the danger. But home. The girl I used to be. The girl I swore I'd never be again.» Three voices. Three paths. One storm, ready to break. We're not heroes. We're broken pieces, sharpened by pain. And when the storm hits, we'll either cut through it or be swept away.

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