"Im tired of remembering," Aurora thought. Or was it even remembering. Has this all been a sick illusion her mind created just to drive her insane? Either way, she was sick of it. What did it mean, what should come of it? Should she just ignore it? Tons of questions rushing through her head, yet she didn't have an answer to a single one.
The flashbacks, or so she calls them, are worse than ever. They surely couldn't be real. Aurora had never seen a wolf in her life, let alone could ever be partially raised by them. Yet, a piece of her wants to beleive it.

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