The rest of my nights were hunted. I had dreams I couldn't discern. Like I have a (new) mother that always amaze me. I just can't understand her. She frightens me sometimes. Sylvia is always there whenever I need help. Even without speaking, she knows what I want. It's scary, and I'm beginning to believe that she reads my thought. It's okay if she has like my gift (and that nearly impossible cause my type of breed is rare) but I just can't live with it. I feel insecure, very insecure because I can't get to her thoughts even with my gift. It's ridiculous.

I've spent a few days in...