Re: kitchen
"Nor was I born to change when the full or new moon hits into a...werewolf." How he knew that would happen he didn't know but it made him grit his teeth. Experimented on, changed in a way that was completely unnatural. He couldn't allow the public back home to know he became a beast. It would be the end of his military career and King Bradley would win. Those memories were as clear as day, his defeat of a sorts...under house arrest. The Ametris military was corrupt at the top were its ruler and his pack resided.
He'd find a way to bring them all crashing down when he got back. Wait. The alchemist narrowed his eyes as he shifted through his memories. "I tend to write in journals to record my research...so we both have to find our journals. ...Its possible someone moved yours." He knew during the time that was hazy he'd written in a journal, using his usual code. Why, how, what, and when were all mixed together in a mess he couldn't pick through. All that was left was the notion that he had. "I find it odd the memories before this gap in my memory are clear as day."