SHRANAIA’S POV
I’m not sure if removing my hand from my face is the right thing to do. But when I carefully lifted my hand from my face, I noticed myself in the mirror frowning at me. “Don’t you want to get revenge on the wolves that killed your father and mother?” she said, but her deep voice that I was scared of remained.
“Why are you showing to me, Rudina? What do you need from me?” I asked, and she shook her head.
“There are things that shouldn’t be asked, Shranaia. I know you want to exact vengeance on them, and I can help you if you let me use your body,” she replied solemnly, which worried me.
I held my breath at the possibility of what may happen, and I remember what happened that day because I had lost myself. I’d like Fergus and Faustino to get out of my way, but if everythi
