Chapter 91 – The Memory That Wasn't Hers
POV: Liora
"I wasn't born into this. I was made for it."
The words lingered in the chamber long after I spoke them.
For several moments, nothing happened. The silver symbols surrounding us continued to glow softly, and the woman standing across from me remained silent, watching me with the same unreadable expression she always wore whenever I stumbled upon a truth she had known long before I did.
I wanted to ask questions.
A thousand of them.
I wanted to know who had created the White Wolves. I wanted to know why they had spent three thousand years shaping bloodlines and sacrificing lives in pursuit of some impossible goal. I wanted to know why I had survived when every healer before me had died.
Most of all, I wanted to know why every answer seemed to lead back to me.
Before I could speak, a sharp pressure formed behind my eyes.
I froze.
The sensation had become familiar over the past few days, but this was different. Stronger.
