I don't know who I am. I don't know where I am. I don't know what happened to me. The only thing I do know is the fact that I woke up in a small room to the sound of someone trying to break the door down. This is the story about how I learn the true reasons of becoming lost in my own world. I learned to love. I hoped for safety. I lost my way. I trusted nobody.


9. Family?

"I'm a werewolf?" Zack looked confused as I helped him climb back up the river bank. Once done, he leaned against the blankets that I left near the rocks. After a humongous pause filled only with the sound of the water racing, Zack speaks again. This time, with a voice of recognition instead of question. "I'm a werewolf."

"Yeah you are." I start to get impatient. "And you have some explaining to do."

"What could I say?" Zack shrugged in thought, looking up at me with an apology written across his eyes.

"Well, you could have said Hey, Kaitlyn, I'm a werewolf just like Austen." I include my sarcasm with my voice. "Why didn't you bother to tell me?!"

"Because I couldn't!" He ran his hands through his stained hair. "How could I?! Your safety is more important than what I am!"

"Knowing who I am with is a part of my safety!" I raise my hands in frustration, feeling myself heat up once again. "Just answer one question for me."

"Fire away." He mutters unenthusiastically.

"Who is your pack?" I practically breath the words as I tried to cool myself down. When he didn't answer straight away, I repeated myself. "Are you a part of the Cerda Pack or the one Austen is a part of?"

"Neither." I could tell in his facial expression that Zack wasn't lying, even if he was turning his entire body to face me. "I'm a lone wolf. If you actually remembered me, you'd know that I was adopted and I found out I was a werewolf on the first full moon after my 12th birthday."

"How can you not notice the simple fact that you're a werewolf?!" I turned towards the hidden path that lead us here. "Surely there would have been times where you have transformed as a kid. In the playground or maybe running around at home..."

"I haven't transformed, Kaitlyn!" Zack had moved from his pained position, to looking down at me no more than 2 inches away within a matter of seconds. "I have never transformed. If I have, I don't remember."

"How can you not remember something as big as this?!" I raise my voice to match my movement. As Zack made a motion to say something, I cut him off. "You know what? I'm out of here. I've had enough contact with wolves in the last 2 days that can scar my dreams for a lifetime. I don't care if you took me away from Austen for my protection, I'm getting away from you for my own protection."

Before he could say anything, I followed the path away from the river. I didn't walk or run, I kind of strolled at a steady pace. I thought about the time I spent since I sort of woke up in that shack. I didn't have a clue who or where I was. I remember telling myself at some point that I would find out as much as I can about myself. All I achieved was my name, Kaitlyn Sierra, and the fact I woke up in a werewolf home in the middle of the Dark Forest. And then sometime after that, I ended up kissing a boy that I apparently knew before I got amnesia.

My thoughts froze as I saw the one place I had been longing for since gaining consciousness properly. There was a home. Not just any home, a large cottage that looked nice and cosy. I wonder who lives there. Whoever it is must love their wildlife because there seemed to have been a few foxes lurking around the front door. 

Leaning against the tree, I crouch down as the heat rises in my stomach. It wasn't from fear, it was probably from a tummy bug that I might have caught sometime before all of this. Ouch, how the heck does a stomach bug create this much pain in such little time?! Whatever the reason, I need to get my butt over to that wooden cottage door that stood inside a porch.

"Kaitlyn?" My head turned to the sound of a deep, yet soft voice. The surprised voice belonged to a man who looked like he was in his mid-forties. He had dark stubble that seemed to have matched his short dusty brown hair that seemed to have the odd grey highlight here and there. His hazel eyes didn't show much colour as he only wore colorless hiking clothes. "Kaitlyn, is that you?"

"I think so..." I break into a cough as I tried my best not to be unpleasant by throwing up everywhere. So far so good. "Who are you?"

"Don't you remember?" Another look of confusion appeared on yet another face. The day I don't see that expression will be the day I see pigs fly. I'm pretty sure that isn't going to happen anytime soon. "I'm your Uncle Charlie."

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