Help, My Sister was kidn*pped by a Werewolf !

Prologue

Charlie was no stranger to the smell of blood.

Since she began her journey, trudging through the Great Forest, the scent had become a constant companion. It clung to her clothes, overwhelmed her senses as it mixed with the numbing darkness and bone-deep cold and crushing silence.

It was a miracle she survived this long.

But, Charlie was on a mission.

A mission burning so fiercely inside her, it drowned out the cold, the pain, and even the silence. It pushed her onward, one relentless step at a time, through the blood, through the fear and through the aching loneliness.

She was going to find her sister. Harley .

Everyone said Harley didn't exist.

They claimed she was a figment of Charlie's imagination.

Since her sister’s disappearance, Charlie had been trapped beneath the weight of pity-laced whispers and forced smiles. To them, she was the crazy blind girl. She could hear the worry in her parents’ voices, feel the exasperation of her friends, and sense the growing impatience of her teachers.

But Charlie knew. She knew.

Her sister was real

Charlie had always been the forgotten one, the quiet girl who lingered in corners, the blind one people underestimated.

Now she was the only one who remembered

And she would search to the ends of the world if that’s what it took to bring Harley back.