Memories come and go

Now that she had room to think, it was all too easy to imagine what horrors might have awaited her. Held by a man that liked to kidnap young children away from the protection of their pack. She would never know what his true intention would be now. If he had intended her to be a bargaining chip, a source of income, or simply a play thing in his collection. Her mother had saved her from that. She knew she didn't like her imaginings, and wasn't happy with the wolf in front of her for inflicting them on her. There were frightening gaps in her memory where anything could have happened, and she shivered at the thought. Feeling more then a little lost. Would she ever get them back? But, more importantly, would she ever want those memories back?

"My mother didn't bother asking questions before she tore him apart." She said stiffly, neatly answering all of his questions with that statement.