ANYA'S POV
Flashes and flashes, bits by bits, my memories swarmed over me, and within a second, they all flooded within me. From my parents' faces to my childhood experiences to how my parents were brutally killed—their lives seemingly meaningless.
I thought Kaelen said they were loved by the pack people, so why were they killed that way? The thought pierced me even as more memories kept coming until they reached the night I was turned. It was a rainy night, and everything was more blurred than usual as the sky ceased its night light, plunged into extreme darkness instead. I was nowhere in particular, but I knew that I wasn't at the pack where my parents were killed. I was in the rain, deliberating whether I should erase all the bad memories I had encountered.
But exactly one mile away,
