"No, Theodore can't be the father of my child," Georgia uttered. Although she was a different Georgia, she was still able to feel like the real Georgia and she also had the real Georgia memories.
Georgia did not remember the face of the man she met that night. All she recalled was the blurry face of the man she met that night.
Georgia could not even describe anything she saw that night. All that she recalled from that night was how beautiful it was. The wolf bane had destroyed her sense of reasoning that even her wolf was lost as well.
"I've talked about this, yes. I told myself not to think about the father of my child," Georgia said to herself.
"Why?" Garcia asked, a little curious and confused.
