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Maisie's POVAfter being kidnapped and traded by that crow-witch creature, I woke up in strange surroundings. One look and an instant dread settled in my heart. That feeling turned to panic when I realized I couldn't move much.Even though I had never seen a dungeon, somehow, I knew I was in one then. It was dirty, dark, and damp. But, the worst was the cold. As a werewolf, I had never truly felt cold. Yes, winters were chilly but my grandmother came from a line of arctic werewolves. Cold was where we thrived. Or, so I had thought.That cold was something else. It was claw marks and dried blood on the ancient stone walls. It was the stink of death and decay. It was loneliness and unbreakable metal chains. It was hopelessness. And it felt like it was seeping into my soul with every passing minute.At first, I tried to break the chains, to try and find a way to escape before anyone found me out. But I could neither break the chains, nor anybody came. I don't know how much time passed. M

Maisie's POVI was hungry, thirsty, and exhausted. But I had to keep going. My escape was probably noticed and that meant Carmen was dead. I held her necklace tighter in my hand and followed the sounds of running water.I reached a stream, just like Carmen had said that I would. I washed up and had a long drink. My stomach grumbled in hunger but I needed to keep moving. I don't know how long I walked. My feet had blisters. The evening was bringing darkness and cold. I shivered but kept going. Carmen had risked her life for mine, I trusted her enough to show me the path to safety.One more step on the mossy stream bank and I slipped, instantly losing consciousness because of how exhausted I was.~The next time I woke up warm. It felt like a foreign feeling. I groaned and instantly someone was by my side."Careful, you are still weak." A voice just as soft as the bed that I was lying in called from my side. I opened my eyes and looked around the dimly lit room. It looked like a cott

Masie's POVOne day, I woke up like any other. I was ready for the day ahead. It wasn’t hard. The bonds I was making and the things I was learning were exciting.I got dressed, had a light breakfast, and left the cottage I shared with Lana and her brother, Marco.Marco was the older one. He had found me at the edge of the village and carried me to safety. He was part of the patrol guard that took care of the village borders. He was rarely home, and when he was, it was only to sleep or change clothes.Lana and I had become close. She helped me get used to everything. We even shared a few classes. She’d been a great mentor.That day, I was going to meet Lana for another history lesson. As I walked outside, I saw Marco coming home. “Hey, have you seen Lana?” I asked.For a moment, I was distracted by Marco’s tall, muscular frame. He looked tired, as always. Most nights, he had back-to-back patrols. I didn’t understand why the village needed so much security. After all, the witches had ma

Zoe's POVI sat in the car holding the first letter. I didn't know when I started crying but the tears just won't stop. I never knew how one could miss someone whom they did not even remember. But I missed my mother. I wished she was there. I wanted to hug her and tell her that even though I did not have memories of her, I loved her.Knowing a part of my mother's story made me feel a connection with her that I hadn't had in years. Aunt Julie had tried to take care of me to the best of her abilities but no one can replace a mother. I felt a pit in my stomach at the thought that Mom knew something was going to happen to her. That is why she wrote the letter. More importantly, she knew something could happen to Dad as well. I wracked my brain for any suppressed memory that I could think of about the way Mom died. But, I couldn't retrieve anything.How can someone erase a memory so important? 'Maybe it was too traumatic for you?' Dahlia offered softly."Maybe. But I would still like to

I sat there, holding the second letter in my hands. Longer than I had with the first.I wondered how much I had lost by erasing everything with my mother from my memories. I wanted to remember every single thing."Dahlia," I asked, my voice shaky. "Why didn’t it work last night? Why couldn’t you find anything?"‘Do you want the soft answer, or the raw truth?’ Dahlia’s voice was unusually soft, and it made my stomach twist.I clenched my fists. "I want the raw truth. What’s going on?"‘There’s nothing wrong, really. But…’ Dahlia hesitated."Just say it. What’s the problem?" I snapped, trying to hold it together.‘You’ve built a barrier between your subconscious and those memories. They aren’t gone. They’re just locked away.’"So they’re still there?" I asked, desperate to find something positive.‘Yes, but I can’t just force my way through. Not without your help,’ Dahlia added.I sat there, silent. I wanted those memories, but if Dahlia couldn’t reach them, how was I supposed to? I did