Amaris
He is our other half, and we are his,' the voice explains.
This makes no sense! How is this even possible? I'm human and I'm hearing voices in my head—Oh God! I'm schitzo, aren't I? That has to be it, I think, finally coming to a stop at a stream running through the thick forest floor.
The image of a white wolf reflects back at me, where my reflection should be.
This can't be real, I think, completely in denial of what is right in front of me.
'It is very real, Amaris. You, we, are a wolf.'
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