Where The Flowers Sing

Where The Flowers Sing

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When Odith and Idalia's village is destroyed and their parents fall victims to some power hungry werewolf rogues, they are instructed to run. Now, after fifth-teen years, the werewolf and the hybrid pair have made a peaceful life for themselves. No longer twelve and on the run, they are intended on enjoying their lives without having to watch their backs every five seconds. But that life that they have worked so hard for, comes crashing down when they accidentally cross prohibit territory. That territory belonging to Vincent Mossgrove. A remorseless alpha who is known to snap your neck without thinking. He rules his village with an iron fist. An alpha tuck on his ways. It is said that his villagers don't respect him, they fear him. One is tired of always being the victim, the other is tired of running. Alpha Vincent gives them a choice; adapt to their new surroundings and stay together, or fight for their freedom and maybe loose each other in the process. Which will they choose?
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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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