Anna sat in the corner of her dimly lit room, her small frame huddled against the cold, cracked wall. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, mingling with the dust that coated her face. Clutched tightly to her chest was a tattered teddy bear, its threadbare fur serving as a feeble source of comfort. In this desolate space, Anna found solace only in her imagination and the faint glimmer of hope that one day things would change.
From an early age, Anna had been told that she was born with a gift, a unique way of seeing the world that set her apart from others. She had a keen sense of intuition, able to read people’s emotions and motivations with remarkable accuracy, she could tell the ranks of wolves just by looking into their eyes, she could tell just how strong they were by the aura they
