Amara’s POV.

I let out a cough as smoke from the train I boarded filled my lungs. I was headed to the capital, a city I had never been to before, to a pack I was unfamiliar with, where I was completely alone, with no one to rely on except myself. I was nervous and scared, not knowing what would happen to me on my journey to discover my past.

Who was I, and what was my life like before my grandmother found me unconscious at the bottom of the cliff? Did I have a family out there, searching for me or had they already given up hope and mourned...