MADELYN'S POV
Once I was seated in the car, I began to flick through my mother's stolen diary.
She'd drawn pictures throughout the pages, and she was very talented. There were a lot of pictures of dragons and Phoenix's, all of which seemed to act out some kind of battle.
I turned to a random page and read.
"I hate it here!" My mother had scrawled in a very neat cursive that I couldn't manage if my life depended on it "I miss mom, I miss home, I missed the keepers, everything here smells so strange, kind of like a wet dog"
I giggled quietly at her complaint and read on.
"It isn't FARE" She wrote in bold letters "This stupid exchange won't help me shift or molt"
Molt? I wondered, what's that?
"And everyone here is so strange and formal" she complained "Fenrir is normal but everyone e
