PROLOGUE

My life was pure chaos.

When I was 15, I had the glorious idea of ​​dropping out of school . From that day on , contact with my mother was limited to one phone call every few months , which did n't have such a dramatic impact on me , because I've never had a bond with this woman anyway .

Work, Wealth, Beauty .

These things were her top priority. Not me , or my feelings , what would have been normal for a loving mother , but what was normal .

Unlike her , my life has been about love , fun and struggles, with the latter being my priority on a daily basis .

A constant struggle to finance my apartment with mini jobs . A constant fight for love , because somehow I 've never really felt it .

And then there was the constant battle I had to wage with the depths of my subconscious at night .

Nightmares !

But not normal ones like falling or drowning . No! These revolved around black fur and icy blue cold eyes that made me jump up bathed in sweat every time .

In these dreams I was surrounded by a darkness that seemed deeper than normal black, which actually was n't possible . B ut dreams were never really real, so that's how I felt .

But that was all to change soon , because my grandmother needed my help and seemed to be lonely since my grandfather left us unexpectedly .

How many times had this woman made me laugh . How many times had she said that I should do what I was meant to do and not what my mother asked of me . She has always been my rock and then my opportunity came to give her at least some of the care back to give .

What would await me in this small village and , above all, who, I will tell you in my story .

My name is Chiara Junaeu and I hope you enjoy reading it .