Willow is just your average sixteen-year-old girl. Okay, maybe not so average. She can heal animals. But for her own safety, her veterinarian parents have made her promise not to use her powers. Unfortunately, sometimes her compassion takes over, and she can’t help … well … helping.
Willow is a Droit, but hides her Droitism because people like her are feared and hated by those without special abilities. Two of Willow’s schoolmates, rumored to be Droits, have simultaneously disappeared.
When Willow’s non-Droit friend, Rain, is targeted, Willow wonders whether she should get involved–even if that means putting herself in the line of fire.
A mysterious new friend, Trae, just might be the key to unlock her courage.
In the end, she has a choice: she can deny who she is or declare her ability to heal, but either way, her life will never be the same again.
our cat’s life four years ago when I was twelve.
healed her. That was part of my Droit ability, but I didn’t
know it then.
our cat who lived at our animal clinic, had been sick
for months, but my parents are veterinarians, so they were managing
her disease. She wasn’t in pain until the day I was hanging
out at the clinic and found her panting and writhing while
lying on her side.
in the surgical room setting a fracture and couldn’t be
interrupted. Dad was out picking up meds.
eyes fluttered and she let out a puny cry. I held her,
wishing I could help. When I stroked her fur around the knobby
tumors on her back, my fingertips tingled and glowed red. I
had no idea what was happening.
I flapped my hands as if to put out a fire. The color
faded, but as soon as I placed my fingers back on Random’s
side, the glowing started again. I shook my head in bewilderment
and then closed my eyes, allowing whatever this was to
happen. Lightning bolts flashed behind my eyelids. My hands
seemed to have minds of their own, this time locking onto, Random’s
body. Pain shot up my fingers and seared all the way to my
neck.
felt heavy, like it was full of electric sparks. I groaned
and shuddered but still couldn’t pull my hands away from
her.
know how long I stayed that way before she purred, and I
opened my eyes to see her licking her paw as if nothing had
happened. I ran my fingers along her back. Her tumors had disappeared.
room spun. What had happened?
jumped down and darted away with more spring than
she’d had in months. I was certain I was seeing things. I blinked,
but there she sat near the sink, giving her face a bath.
fingers slowly faded. I turned them palm up, then palm down,
studying them, trying to find a reason for what had happened,
but there was none.
came into the room, holding her hands in the air on the way to
the faucet to scrub. “Were you looking for me?”
doesn’t have cancer anymore,” I said, excitedly.
really?” She paused with her hands under the water and gave me
a peculiar look with her head cocked, eyebrows raised.
that?”
healed her.” Nausea bubbled up from my gut. I raced into the
bathroom.
puked and returned to Mom, she was sitting in a chair with
Random in her lap, parting her hair. “Her tumors are gone.”
know.” Nausea still clung to my ribs, but it wasn’t as bad. I was
too excited about Random being better that it didn’t matter.
exactly did you do, Willow?”
stared at me with wide eyes. I thought she’d be proud of me,
but she didn’t act that way.
hands mended her,” I said.
h-h-how?” she asked.
don’t know. It just happened. I felt sorry for her. She was in pain, and the
next thing I knew, my hands lit up and energy flowed
from me to her.” I stared at my fingers again.
this happened before?”
my head.
She nodded, licked her lips, and lowered her voice. “Can
you make it stop?”
shrugged. I didn’t know. “I can try.”
do it again, and whatever you do, don’t ever do it in public.”
Her voice was just above a whisper, and she glanced over
her shoulder at the door.
Wasn’t it a good thing that Random was better? Tears
welled in my eyes.
won’t be safe if people know what you can do,” she continued
in a hushed tone. “Promise me you won’t do it again.”
hard, I nodded. “I promise.” But I didn’t understand.
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