As she pulled a sweater over her head, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks had hollowed out again. Dark circles lined her eyes. Her hair, tied back, was tangled and heavy with water. She looked feral. It’s more than looks. I feel feral. Being away from Blighty—away from her friends—had changed something inside of her. She was back to the Keira that had woken up in the forest with no memories: running on instinct, wary of everything and everyone, a wild animal that shied away from help until it was desperate.
