_Leon’s POV_
The next few days passed in a blur, and no matter how hard I tried, I still could not remember most of my life. Every morning I woke up in the same hospital bed with the same questions filling my mind. Who was I? What had happened before the accident? And why did it feel like something important was missing?
The doctors ran tests constantly. They checked my eyes, my reflexes and asked endless questions about names, dates and memories. Sometimes I remembered small things. I remembered my mother’s gentle hands combing my hair when I was a boy, her soft voice telling me stories of brave wolves and ancient forests until I fell asleep. I remembered my father carrying me through the woods on his back after I had run too far during my first chase. His presence had calmed my fear as
