Lunaria's POV
I stared at the microscope, my eyes scanning the samples in front of me. But my mind kept wandering, flashes of being tied up and helpless invading my thoughts. I shook my head, trying to focus. Wondering if I had developed post-traumatic stress disorder from it. I wouldn't lie I was scared while still being detained and had had the worst possible scenarios in my head, what ossied me off was the fact I was very weak, more weak than a werewolf despite being a lycan.
I had researched why I was weak and also ran so many tests with no results showing exactly why and the doctor I consulted mentioned it might be as a result of the memory loss I had which made a very big part of me disappear. I sighed as it troubled me when I wondered if I will get into trouble again, how shameful
