***CAMILLA’S POV***
I sit at the back of the pack house, staring out at nothingness, my mind clearly disturbed. It's been a week since we came back to the pack house, Alaric finally agreed to leave the warehouse and return to the pack after I incessantly nagged him.
We left quietly in the middle of the night but I am happy we stopped hiding out there. I had hoped that coming back here will help me recover faster, that somehow being in familiar surroundings would trigger forgotten memories but that is a lie.
I came back and tried my best to go around the pack. Maybe I’d remember anything but I didn’t recognize any pack member and nothing feels familiar. I feel like a total stranger in my own life.
What is strange is that I see places in my mind, fragments of memories, people and sit
