The Memory of Forgotten Things

My name is Midnight. At least, that is what I am being told. I can't remember anything. I have no memory. My memory was erased 20 years ago, but I am only 15. Or so I thought.

I'm a skinwalker. 50% human, 50% animal. I've always been told that they can shape-shift into anything they want and can mimic voices of their prey. That is wrong. We can only shift into one animal. My animal is a coyote.

I've been told that I'm 296 years old, and that I'm living in a skinsuit. My memory was erased so I remember nothing of the sort. I find it hard to believe as well. Now I'm going to Romania to hopefully trigger my memory to come back.

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Hello. My name is Eden. At least on Earth it is. My skinsuit's name is Isabelle. What a foul name. I've entered into this skinsuit to help a young skinwalker who lost her memory.

The problem is, her memory isn't coming back. I've tried spells, and other things, but it's not coming back. And she's also having trouble believing me as well. Her skinsuit is too young to have her skinwalker abilities.

I've grown to like her, and not just as a friend. I can tell she feels the same way, but she is hesitant. My next attempt to bring back her memory is taking her back home to Romania with me.

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Hello!!! This is Moon, one of the authors of this book. Some of you may already be familiar with me, because you've read my other book that I am co-writing with Madison.

This book I am co-writing with Eden. This book, hopefully, will be updated faster than the other one. Eden and I are still working out the kinks for this book, so I apologize for an inconveniences in grammar and such other things.