Kaya’s pov
With an odd smile on his lips, his eyes glistened as he examined my face. Though I could not discern his exact thoughts, I could tell he was thinking a lot. Was he under the impression that I could not pull it off?
“I know I remember nothing about being a werewolf, but I want to try. If I used to be a werewolf, I should have some of it in my blood… and saliva… right?”
He chuckled. “Of course, and you never stopped being a wolf, Kaya. Mira is still inside you. I am sure you can feel her sometimes.”
I shrugged my shoulders. It wasn’t the first time someone told me I would feel her presence. “You mean the voice in my head?”
He pouted his lips. “Well, not just the voice. Don’t you feel that something is moving inside? Like there is a presence of another being in you?”
My eyes
