Lyanna
"I have no idea what you speak of," I begged. Silas stood directly in front of me. I knew my name was Azraella, but nothing of where or who I came from. My memories were like a puzzle I had to put together.
"I should have known, everything about you is unnatural. The way you speak, the way you look, the way move. You might have control over this flesh but nothing about you is human." He growls, his words stab me. Leaving its mark.
