Akita just turned eighteen when destiny takes over.
Now she travels the universe, expected to help others.
Love finds her but in an unexpected way. They encounter a world that appears ideal and holds on for dear life. As they discover what that path holds for them, build an eternal raft, and save others from the brink of death.
The universe loses control; her destiny no longer exists. Secrets and lies divide while love conquers.
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I am a writer; my mind is attached to my pen at all times. In everything that surrounds you, I see a story, an adventure, a lifeline to another world. My fingers are continually scouring the keyboard for that is their home, Words leave my hands in the form of blood drops leaking from my fingertips, dripping out onto the manuscript I am slowly building for you.
I am an artist; my greatest creation will be your next love. My deepest desire is to paint the worlds you desire with all the words I can find in my heart and bring them to life with my soul. I crave these worlds, and I will hunt them till they are mine!
I’m one with words, writing is like breathing. I’m an artist, my greatest creation will be your next love. My deepest aspiration is to paint the worlds you desire with all the words I can find in my heart and bring them to life with my soul. I crave these worlds, and I will hunt them till they are mine.
She is almost eighteen and unaware of what's to come. The clues are all around her but does she listen?
Is it madness to run with the speed of lightning?
Of course not but it isn't normal. Wolf prints, could it be?
Akita is in for the surprise for her life, this one she can't outrun!
Rain of the Wolves
Akita stopped and leaned against an old oak. Her heart was beating fast as the adrenaline rushed throughout her body. She just wanted to stand there and listen to the breath of nature as it surrounded her. She crouched down next to the tree and examined a paw print in the dirt. It looked as if it may belong to a coyote or a wolf. Akita looked around, but the forest was empty. They were probably startled by her madness. She got up and walked towards the house. She monitored her breathing as she took deep breaths, trying to regulate her heart's rhythm. This was something else she enjoyed doing. To her, it was like meditating while quietly strolling back to the house.