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d myself standing in a long corridor, surrounded by strange paintings and towe
led the corridor, and the building shook beneath my feet, I tried to run, but my legs felt
ed faintly of roses, her hands trembled as she
moon," she
up, desperate to see her face, but the smoke blurred
ed, my voice sounded
had broken something inside her, her lips parted, but no answer came
me who you a
me, I could feel her desperation, eve
eet moon," she whispered.
nd us. I wanted to know why the palace was burning, but more than anythi
linched and turned toward the sound, terror cross
pening? I
uld tell me everything. Instead, she kissed my forehead and reach
m the flames, shining brightlyof me seemed to recognize it. She placed it
safe," sh
t its unfamiliar design, struggling to understathis?"
osed my fing
s," she replied, h
st, her heart pounded beneath my ear, and I realized she was just
ose it," I
dn't understand. Then another crash sounded, and s
go," she s
reach it, something crashed behind us. She stumbled,
e her anymore. "M
an went still. For a brief moment, she held me even tighter, pr
on," she whi
o see her clearly, to remember her fa
!" I screamed, my voi
The silver pendant flashed in my palm before the flames
ight, and I pressed a hand against my chest, my
n I recognized my room, the familiar wind
real, I wiped my damp palms against my nightclothes and tried
weet
the familiar loneliness I felt when others mocked me for being wolfless. This pain
l I could recall were her trembling hands an
image remained vivid in my mind. Why had it felt
yond the pack grounds lay Crescent Forest, the same
looked at those trees, something tha
ing whether the two experiences were connecte
ver learn where I came from but what if t
t tightene
frightened she had been, and how her voice had fil
nown her? What if sh
unable to answer
xplanation made sense, but it didn't explain why the pendant fel
ossible. For twenty years, I had believed my mi
beneath the years I couldn't remember. I pressed a ha
ound me beneath that oak. I didn't know why my mem
swers and somewhere deep inside me, I feared th
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