Strength can be drawn from pain…if the heart can heal faster than...
In a world where humans are below Shifters, a tiger falls for a human...
He needs your heart to survive.
They have opened the door to the apex predator, and now it is hunting them.
The realm of Oren is about to change. Can two girls from Earth stop the rise of evil before it’s too late?
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A fierce wind and a blast of green light during a strange storm causes everything to change for Katharine Bowers and Becky Thatcher. The girls wake up in Oren, an entirely different realm than their earthly city. They meet Enalie, a fading magical presence who sets an incredible destiny before them… then simply disappears. Left alone to fend off creatures that hunt them in the night, they must relay a magical heritage that doesn’t make sense, and – if possible – save a world that they know nothing about.
Becky’s window slammed shut, and she jumped.
Weird. She hadn’t realized it had been left open.
A thick gust of wind passed over her bed. She glanced back at the window with a shiver. The window was sealed tight.
So how was there wind in her bedroom?
A stack of papers near the door rustled and flittered about the floor.
Alarmed, Becky sat up. Her pillow and blankets slid off the bed. A framed picture dropped from the wall and hit the floor with a thud.
The temperature in the room grew unpleasantly cool. Her eyes widened as her bookshelf wavered precariously. There was a subtle humming noise, which seemed to come from the floor itself. The wind reappeared with another strong gust. Along with a stuffed bear, she was pushed flat against her mattress.
What was going on?
When she leapt from her bed, there was resistance to her movements. Taking a step was as easy as running under water. A book hit her in the side of the head, and she stumbled over a roller skate that slid in front of her.
At the doorway, she was stuck. The door wouldn’t budge. To the window she went next, acting on a whim, but it was sealed tight too. She was trapped in her room, facing a turbulent hurricane rising around her. Her heart started to beat quicker, and her breathing became ragged.
A macaroni necklace sprang from her dresser. A toy duck was sucked from under her bed. Her school lunch bag sailed past her legs, and a set of barrettes skittered across the floor.
Back at the door, Becky pounded against the wood, rattling the frame but not budging it. Her iPod and her fifth grade math textbook struck her back, adding to the bruises she was sure to have. Her hair was a tempest, blocking her vision. But it didn’t keep her from seeing the way her room suddenly lit up. The light felt more powerful than a thousand spotlights.
Becky didn’t know whether to be relieved or more afraid when the wind dissipated. Warily, she opened her eyes. Her hair returned to her shoulders. Objects settled on the ground. The light pulsated then…