Alnora? An extinct tribe?

“I’m sure you’re mistaken,” I feel my panic growing. “I’m not this Alnora person. I’m just me. I’m normal.”

“Then why did your brothers seal your panther away?”

I hesitate before admitting, “I tried to run away. When I turned eighteen, I wanted to run away, but my younger brothers found me and-”

I don’t want to talk about the abuse that followed. I don’t want to recall those memories of screams and pleading, my own blood splattering ...