Novel

I wonder if I was being too serious, or if I just knew for certain that Viktor was up to something terrible. But none of that matters right now. All I care about is finding my roots.

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Two weeks have passed since I left Alexei’s pack house, and I’ve spent every single day searching for answers about where I come from.

I searched until I found the abandoned hut from my vision. In real life, it looked identical to what I had seen, weathered wood, decaying moss, and an overwhelming heavy atmosphere. I stepped inside, only to find the interior completely trashed, furniture overturned, and papers strewn across...