The White Soul

Prologue

Aaron

Seeing someone forget who they are is utterly painful, no matter which way they may forget themselves.

It could be like me; I lost myself after my father's death. Suspicious to me, but either way downright heartbreaking.

I lost myself in drugs and alcohol. I forgot my ways of being a big brother. I didn't take up the position as the man of the house like I should have. I tore my mother and sister's heart apart because of it.

But I did find my way back. I only found my way because of my sister.

That brings me to my second way of forgetting who someone is. They could be physically forced to forget. They could hit their head and lose their memory.

Or maybe they could have a connection with the twin brother of the man who turned them into a werewolf. And when said twin brother, who messed around with dark magic to get in that other person's head, suddenly dies, that could snap and tear out some memories in the process.

That's the case for my sister. She, who doesn't remember anything since being turned into a rare werewolf. She, who has forgotten some of the most emotionally impactful parts of her life as well.

Now, if we could only find a way to cure Sydney like there was for me.