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Kaya’s POV.

My sight opens to the front door of a house, and something about it is familiar. The skin of my forehead is still crinkling, trying to recall where this memory is from when gravity changes course and everything swiftly shifts over my vision.

It feels just like when you’re opening a book so fast that you cannot even see the content well. I could feel the change in the air hitting my face and sprawling my hair around. Although my heart rate is calm, because wherever I am right now doesn’t release any eerie feelings, I am alert for anything out of the ordinary. Too much out of the ordinary, I should say.

The flipping stops once again, and this time around, I’m in front of another house. I remember this place clearly. This is where we used to live together as a family before the villagers turned against us by working with the werewolves just for their own gain. From here did we move to the cottage, finally cutting ourselves off from the outside out of fear of being destroye