Description
Amnesia wasn't a route Hadleigh ever expected to take, but it was one she should be grateful for. Afterall, she was supposed to be dead. For over twenty years, schemes to tear apart the lycanthrope kingdom have been put into place. For over twenty years, the only hope for their survival has been hidden away in one of the continent's smallest packs. For Twenty years, the Alpha of one pack has sat grieving his mother and father. For Twenty years, another has awaited the return of the one who could avenge his mate. For twenty years, the packs have grown restless. But so have their enemies. Hadleigh couldn't remember. Anything. The moment she awoke to the beeping of a heart monitor, she knew something was wrong. Werewolves don't heal that slow, not from a wound two inches wide. They certainly don't awake with amnesia, either. But somewhere deep within her, she knew one thing. One small voice echoed through her mind, one she knew was her only hope for an answer. A voice she must follow if she is to understand who she was, is, and is meant to be. *** This is a re-write of my original book by the same name ('Recollection'). There will be some major, and some minor differences between the two, so don't feel as though you are spoiling anything for yourself if you have, or want to read the original (which is still accessible). I am aiming for around two updates per week at this point in time (17/12/21), and should hopefully have the book completed, or near completion by the end of February 2022.... (Update, this was a lie it's 2023 at there's still only like 8 chapters lol)
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