The Awakening

The Awakening

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Eight-year old Martin McCoy accidentally breaks an ancient jar in a witch’s hut and gets stuck with an eternal curse, forced to roam the dreams of other people in his sleep. He learns to live with it: a restless soul with the ability to listen to those awake, and enter the minds of those asleep—at the risk of being trapped in that state forever, should the person die. Sixteen years later, he bumps into Samantha Norris at an airport on the way to a writer’s convention. Childhood friends, they’d made a pact with each other that if they ever met again they would look for Swinburne, the witch, in hopes of breaking the spell. Using the residual thoughts in Sam’s subconscious, they track down the witch’s location with the help of the very spell she’d put on Martin—but that’s not all he finds out, entering her dreams.
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Once upon a time, a beautiful baby was born. She was the daughter of the most powerful and respected Alpha there was on the country. There was a prophecy of this baby, apart from being the heir of the pack; she was also the one wolf that would united two packs, to create a kingdom, to be just like before. She was going to become the Queen of all werewolves, and her mate, was going to be the King. They knew that she was the one, because of the mark on her left shoulder, a small red wolf paw, it looked like a mole, but everyone in the werewolf world knew what it meant. Her reddish hair, framed her beautiful white face, making her green eyes pop out more. She was the perfect gift from the Moon Goddess, and both the Alpha and the Luna knew it, and that was the reason as to why they held a party for when she was born. Everyone from the pack was due to spend a whole week celebrating the birth of the new heir. There was going to be no job, the only ones working would be the patrols, but then everyone was free to celebrate. Most people thought that because of that the tragedy came, other differ, saying that it wasn't their fault, like who was going to think someone was every going to try to wrong the most feared pack, the Red Moon Pack. "Alpha!" The warrior shouted through both the link and his voice. "Alpha!" "What?" Alpha frowned. "What's wrong Mark?" "The baby." He exhaled. "The guards around the room and the hallway are all dead-" "Where is the baby?" The Alpha whispered calling his wife. "Gone." The guard replied. "The baby is gone, and I can't find her scent."

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