I lay down beside Gats, terribly confused. I couldn't help but feel as though there were small untruths to everything he had told me, but why did it matter now? It was all gone. Every memory, every emotion.....gone. Replaced by memories of being alone, hunted by the humans, tortured with the thought that I was the only survivor.
Although, this could all be a figment of my imagination. I could have gone crazy, in my solitary existence, and created a world in which there were others. It was quite possible.
Yet.....the feelings I got from these wolves were completely real. I knew that, maybe at some point, Murcury had been very dear to me. I could feel a great friendship, a connection between us. But I didn't remember her. I only knew the feelings I had right now.
I considered how I felt when I had first seen the grey male. Anger, confusion, and maybe even love. It saddened me, to think that I had once been important to so many, and that I knew nothing of it. I wondered......who had I loved, if anyone? Who was my enemy, who was my friend?
It was too much. I took a deep breath, then stood. Giving Gats an apologetic look, I followed Aspen. His howl was loud and it's meaning was clear: The Alpha was calling.
That confused me even more. He had once been my Alpha, as Gats had said. Now, though, that I had no memory......was I still a part of the Pack? Was he still my Alpha?
I sighed. There was always that question, the one that Gats hadn't been able to explain.....How did I lose my memory? And the other one: Why had I been at the human camp?
I knew that Gats was withholding information. He knows why I was at the human camp. He knows what happened that night. Yet, why can he not tell me, if we were such good friends? I should ask Murcury, or Aspen. Maybe even the blonde female.
The blonde female........
I could not decifer why I felt such a burning anger and hate towards her. I didn't know who she was. Maybe I had at one point, but not now. I wondered what she had done to make me hate her so much, even after I'd lost everything else.
I decided that, if I were to hate her with such a burning passion, I should stay away from her. I couldn't help but feel as though she had taken something from me, something I had loved more than anything.
But what?