Kindred Wolves (1, #1)

During the medieval ages, a young girl of five, named Colette lost the only family she had left; her mother. After seeing her mother murdered before her very eyes by a man her mother trusted, Colette was forced to flee. Struggling for dear life she found sanction in a near by forest, she soon called home. In her difficult and lonely circumstances, Colette taught herself to hunt, track, fight, and most of all to survive. However, all of that changes thirteen years later, when her world is yet again flipped upside down. Her rules for survival no longer apply and she is forced to rely on other people then herself.

Trust is not something she gives willingly and love is something she has never known, but hate, revenge, and guilt is something that fuels her very core, her very existence.

Could she possibly let go of her past? Could she learn to trust and to love? Can she finally understand why her mother let herself die in order to give her daughter a chance at life?

Autorentext

My name is Gabrielle and I was born and raised in a small French community in southern Ontario. So small in fact people joked that if you were passing by and blinked, you would miss it, but I won't bore you with small town mumbo jumbo. Let's just say I grew up with horses, large dogs and farming fields as far as the eye could see.

My family consists of many people, but here are a few. I have two sisters, one older and one younger, two loving parents who raised me to be kind, smart and a dreamer. A loving fiancé and I can't forget my St-Bernard of course; he loves me too.

Now, for as long as I can remember I have always looked up to the sky. At first I wanted to walk on the moon, to be amongst the dark starry night, however, as time went by that dream quickly turned into being a pilot. At first it was an airbus pilot, than a fighter jet pilot, and then a helicopter pilot. I dreamed of nothing else but that pure freedom. So indubitably I went sky diving and loved it. If sky diving isn't on your bucket list I definitely recommend you add it.

Of course through all of this I was writing. I began writing at the age of 12 but after losing all 250 pages of my first book on a crashed computer I wasn't certain if I should continue. None the less I began writing a new and different story at 14, and that book would be Kindred Wolves. It took me 2 years to finish writing it and then I began the second and then after the third. And as my writing progressed I started dreaming of a different dream, to be a published author. Now I still have lots of work ahead of me, and although some may be confused as to how I went from wanting to be a pilot to a writer, I am not.

You see, I went from the dreamer to the one who creates dreamers. I absolutely love writing, and could not imagine anything more freeing, more beautiful and more wonderful. Writing brings me peace and it makes me happy, what else could possibly compare?