ROMAN
“Mom.”
The word broke out of me before I could stop it.
Weak… shaky.
Almost unfamiliar against my own tongue.
The memories came flooding back all at once.
Everything.
My head snapped upward as another violent wave slammed into me so hard I cried out under my breath.
My hands gripped my head harder, as if I could physically hold myself together.
But it was too late.
The memories were already pouring in.
Fast.
I saw home.
Not the blurry, disconnected images from before.
My actual home.
Stonevale.
The pack house, the long hallways.
The walls, the smell.
I saw myself walking through the place.
Talking to servants.
Crossing paths with warriors.
Existing there naturally, like I belonged.
The realization alone nearly destroyed me.
Then suddenly… I saw my father.
Stan
