122 I'll Never See Him Again

Cecilia’s POV

"What are you even talking about?" I didn't understand her words. Ulysses was certainly not her brother. A wave of frustration surged inside me, yet I had an unsettling feeling that I was close to uncovering the truth.

“Don’t you get it?” The girl continued to speak, as if she were a wilting flower, indifferent to my confusion.

“I am your past self, Cecilia.”

It was as though a thunderclap exploded in my mind. I stared into her lifeless brown eyes, her words hitting me like a storm, sending ripples of shock through my thoughts.

“Wha… what… Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!”

I stood up in disbelief, knocking over the teacup on the table. The white porcelain shattered into pieces across the floor. I was the daughter of the king, the proud princess of the werewolf nation. How could my past life possibly be her?

Her memories had never appeared in my mind. How could I be… her?