48. Blame

Moon’s pov

My father took me to my granddad’s body. He warned me about it, but actually seeing it, was something else.

There was hardly anything to recognize that he was a human being. It was as if someone had made a statue out of my granddad. A bloody, black, statue.

I sat near his body, crying. Blaming myself.

Then something unexpected happened. I honestly thought I had remembered everything in my life of importance, but now that the symbols on my back had disappeared, more were coming up. They were flooding my mind. I remembered things from when I was really young in so much detail.

“Do I have like an eidetic memory or something?” I asked Angela.

Or maybe it was because I got it all back at once? I closed my eyes, because it was overwhelming to the point that I couldn’t focus on anything else. One by one the memories faded and one in particular came to me.

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“Why are you here today, Freya?” the packdoctor asked.

Mom looked at me. “Honey, go play in the corner okay?”