The crystal pulses against my palm, its faint light reflecting off the snow as we leave Ivy's cabin behind. Each step crunches through the silence, but it's the weight of Malloy's final words, not my boots, that feels heaviest.
A story Selya would understand.
"You remembered something, didn't you?"
Selene's silver husky form is less vibrant than usual. Her ears and tail droop low, head hanging. Her usual confidence is nowhere to be found.
Just fragments. An idea, maybe, but not the whole story.
"Why won't you tell me more?" I press, closing my fingers around the crystal. It's warm despite the frigid air. At least the ghost is no longer visible.
Because I'm not entirely sure it's my memory. Her voice in my mind sounds faint, almost afraid.
"How is that possible?" I stare at her, bewildered. "How can you have memories that aren't yours?"
