Description
My parents murdered, my baby brother in a foster home and me, lost. I'm actually lost. I got stuck in this forest and I am trying to get out. My life is dedicated to my horse, Storm. I've got proof from the rope burn on my hands to the worn boots on my feet. I would be devastated if anything happened to him. But now something bigger has happened. Through the rimu trees and gorse bushes I see them. His eyes. His bright green eyes. They stare at me like a death sentence but it is definitely the opposite. If I hadn't gotten lost in the first place I never would have met him. The werewolf. The one who will show me what is hidden from our eyes, in plain sight. What is being kept from our lives and what we're being separated from. The man who will show me nothing is what it seems. NOTE: may include violence and rude language.
White Horses and Wolves
