Azura's POV
I opened my mouth to speak, but the words died in my throat.
I stopped entirely, my lips parting as a cold realization washed over me.
What Aunt Ellisa had said was completely right.
Looking at it from their side, my story sounded absolutely insane.
There was no logical way a three-month-old baby would have known everything I knew about my parents.
I shouldn't have remembered the Zanzia Pack, the blazing fire of that terrible night, or the names of Alpha Kealen and Luna Helen.
To them, I was a stranger dropping dead names like a ghost haunting their peaceful afternoon.
I paused, letting the heavy silence stretch across the dusty clearing.
I looked at Ellisa, forcing my trembling legs to hold me upright against the weight of their disbelief.
"I know it sounds stupid," I said, my voice barely a whisper that trembled in the cool air.
"But I know because I saw it. I lived it."
I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat feeling like a thick stone.
