No one tells you this, but being on watch duty is really boring. The boats made their way towards the shore slowly and that was it. Once I saw a tree wiggle, but that was it. I spent the majority of my time trying to remember.

I wanted to remember anything. Something. The color of my room back home. Where home was. My mother’s face. My dog, anything. Yixing didn’t think I would get my memory back, but I hoped I would. I didn’t really want anything more than for it to come back.

Lazily, I pulled up a branch to the window and drew little designs on it. The little designs changed into a bigger picture. It was a clearing in a patch of woods and figures moved around it. There was one right in the middle that seemed to be looking out at me. She was holding a necklace, a necklace that I had back in my room.

“Oh for the love of all that is holy.” I threw the closest thing to me, which happened to be a spoon. It clattered against the wall and fell with a thud. “It wouldn’t be so bad if I had music.” I mumbled as I searched though the things around the room.

There was a radio and things needed to live. Fridge, microwave, stove and a heater. No books, no games, no music, nothing. I didn’t even know if I liked music.

Out the western facing window I saw movement and a lot of it. Something big was running from the forest towards the beach. When yips and howls came from the movement I figured that had to be the pack Kris was talking about. A shudde