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PHOENIX
This was not good.
I always hated this part of remembering myself, but this time was probably the worst I'd ever experienced. It wasn't always finding my lion that initiated the return of my memory, but I always suffered a brief period of feeling like two halves of a person until my mind managed to integrate my memories into one.
The me of my lives previous hated the person I had become under the influence of the man I had called Master. Already, I didn't feel comfortable doing that anymore. What had the shifters called him? Wamp? Yes, that was his human name. Wamp had taken a lonely, broken child and bent me to his will. And I, desperate for anything like affection, had followed willingly. When I thought of the thinly veiled excuses he'd given me for the houses we'd burned,
