The storm is forgotten entirely now as Rowan stares at Ren. What is this? It’s weird enough to be told they died, and now this lass comes out of no where and declares another whole life for them that they have no recollection of. For a moment, they stare at her, trying to put the pieces together, before they reach up to their shoulder and the fresh scar they know sits there under their clothes.

“I fought to save the fucking sept not a couple of days ago, I think I’d know if I were in Denver.” And given what they’ve been told it’s entirely believable that they died there too. “Took down a spiral dancer to save the cubs and the kin pack. I don’t know what’s going on, but I ain’t your pack mate.” There’s a pause, before they add in a softer voice, “sorry.” Because for all their confusion, they can’t imagine how much it would hurt to see Ami or Serenity or Walkie Talkie and have them not recognise them.