Feeling. A blizzard stroke the village of District Twelve. A drop of melted snow had suffered a life and killed in a day. Were there any survivors?
Emotion. A broken man, Friz Eiker, had lived with his life in a world so cold and left his daughter, Jane, detached after his sister, Snow, a scarred and dominant woman, killed him.
Prophecy. A fate from an enchanted letter, described as COLD, that Kieran Granberg, Jane’s lover and Benji’s best friend, had deciphered and found out that the one who would fulfill it was Joel, his only son. Would Kieran, the overprotective father, risk his son? More importantly, what was the prophecy?
These three things defined one word that provoked a big change in their ordinary lives.
Secrets and lies were never a part of my life.
Until, that is, I met him. Then, everything changed. Or, maybe things were always messed up, and meeting him just brought clarity to the obvious. He says we're meant to be together, but I don't even know who I am anymore. He says he will always protect me, but he doesn't understand the pain that I've faced in my life.
Werewolves used to be the villains in fantasy that I read growing up. The wolf who chased after Red. The wolf who blew down the little pigs' houses. Now, I'm told that they're real, and I am meant to spend the rest of my life with one.