Thud.
I groaned, but I quickly pulled myself up. My mother crawled closer to me, spitting more blood.
"Aeris, get back on the vine… we are close to saving you." She said with a hopeful tone.
I stared at her as if she had gone mad. "Saving me?" I asked weakly. "Is this what you call saving? Plunging a sword through my chest? Am I even your daughter?" My eyes stung with tears, barely sitting up.
"I…"
"Don't lie to me, I know you are not my mother. My father is Alpha Caleb of the Silver Moon pack, he already told me that my mother is dead, so why are you claiming to be her?" I asked, clutching my chest.
My mother's face ashened at my words. "You have regained your memories?"
I smiled bitterly. "Am I not supposed to? After all you have fed me with lies, and have suppressed my memories. You told me I have been ill, you told me I was too weak to become a Fae, and you locked me up… how could you call yourself my mother?"
