Weeping Wolf

By Shanene Romero

Abigail and her family go on a camping trip. While playing hiding go seek with her annoying brother, she slides down the side of a mountain and ends up at the entrance into a magical world. Here she meets King Alaric, a white wolf who sends her on a journey home with Desera, the last fairy in the Western Region. Desera hates humans and is reluctant to help.

Their journey is a race against time, a race against the elements and a race against wild creatures that lurk in the forest. Abigail and Desera build a bond of love and friendship that is timeless.

Abigail's journey shows how we need each in order to survive and how love and forgiveness are the greatest gifts ib redeeming the hardest heart and saving lives.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shanene Romero
• Release date: Oct 4, 2017
• ISBN: 9781977989895

Shanene Romero

Shanene Romero has worked with special needs children as an educator for over 12 years.She has three grown children and is actively involved with her church and enjoys storytelling. One of her favorite things to do is speak in different voices, especially with her granddaughter Lily. They often get into character and act out these crazy persona's while doing chores. Romero lives in Beaumont, California with her husband Butch, their two daughters and 4 grandchildren, making for a crazy household at times.  She loves poetry and journaling. In her spare time, she likes watching Netflix and reading classic literature. Her one dream is to explore Ireland and play hide and seek in a castle with whoever is up for the challenge.

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Dedication

I dedicate this story to my granddaughter Lilyanna. You are such a beautiful little girl and I’m glad you love books like I do. This also goes out to all of you who love fairy tales. My prayer is you never stop reading, never stop believing and dare to dream big.

Acknowledgements

Thanks to everyone who has encouraged me to write. You know who you are. To my husband Butch, for listening to this story over and over again. I love you. Thank you, Diana Vivian, for stepping out in faith with your own story. Believe it or not, you encouraged me to get it done from leading by example. Thanks, Merwie Garzon for your editing skills in the face of technology or my lack of it. You’re awesome. And thank you God for your loving mercies. You make every day a new beginning.

Prologue

Iwant to tell you a story that happened to me a long time ago. Some people will think I’m crazy and that what happened was just the imagination of a young girl in a desperate situation, but I know better. I told this story to my children when they were little and they’ve grown to love mom’s fairy tale and asked me to write it down for them. They now tell it to their kids at bedtime. While I said I would write it down, I can’t help but wonder if they really believe it. Let me ask you, do you believe in fairies, in talking animals, or in the idea that nature has the ability to speak to you? Most people would laugh and say that’s impossible, but is it? Allow me to tell you my tale, and then you decide.

1 - Camping

It was the summer of 1977, the most extraordinary year of my life. Every year my dad took our family on vacation to various places. Most of the time we’d go to the river, but that year, he decided to take us camping in the mountains to a place called Big Bear. I thought it was a funny name. I imagined seeing a big bear, like Yogi Bear, hiding in the woods wearing a hat and hunkering down behind some fat tree. He’d be waiting for us to leave our campsite so he could swipe our picnic basket, or in our case, the huge cooler full of food.

My brother Tim made fun of me and said that I was a stupid twelve-year-old that didn’t know anything. Yeah, that's coming from a fourteen-year-old freckle faced teenager who still picked his nose and flicked his boogers across the room. My brother was short and scrawny for his age. He was wiry, quick, and acted like he was a giant. Tim loved wearing his hair long and it often covered one eye. He reminded me of a pirate, but instead of a patch, his thick brown hair did the job. There were times I wanted to chop off his hair just to see his entire face. That way, I would be able to read his intentions better and would be less likely to suffer his malicious practical jokes.

Anyhow, we arrived at our campsite late that afternoon. The sky was so brilliant with orange and pink colors, the clouds looked like cotton candy floating by. It felt like we’d found a new land, a piece of unoccupied wilderness hiding the forest version of the Bermuda Triangle. Even the birds sounded different. They didn’t just chirp but seemed to sing in melodies that I’d never heard. Who knows, maybe I was so used to the city, being in the middle of nature woke something up inside of me. I felt connected to the earth as I never had before. It was like I’d stepped into another world.

Once we got to our campsite, which was far away from anyone else’s, dad immediately pitched our tents. My task was to help unpack the food and help my mom get our makeshift kitchen