Fiona’s POV.
Even after I made my intentions clear, we didn’t return to the party. Instead, we curled into her shadows and spoke to each other for hours. She gave me bits and pieces about from the childhood I’d forgotten. From the holiday’s we’d spend together, swapping places, causing mischief, the way I would always tell on her when she did something wrong, how clingy she was to me… and then our mum and dad.
Edna and Killian.
Hearing my names caused a stir in my memory, but like every other thing she told me that night, it merely brushed past the blockade in my brain and settled somewhere that faded away nearly as quickly as it was formed.
The same thing happened when she told me about our pack. It was small and located in the far north of continent. Our mother and father were the Al
