But what Kaya could not understand was *why*.
Why her? Why now? Why with such intensity that an entire tribe would abandon their territory and hunt her across impossible distances?
The questions circled in her mind like vultures, offering no answers, only more confusion.
But Kaya knew one thing—a saying that had somehow survived whatever memory loss she'd suffered: *If you want to catch a thief, think like one.*
So to understand why the snake tribe had come after her with such focused determination, she needed to think like them. She needed to get inside their heads, understand their instincts, their motivations, their primal drives.
But there was a problem.
She wasn't a snake. She wasn't even a beastman. Whatever human consciousness occupied her body had no access to those ancient instincts, those blood-deep compulsions that drove beast tribes to act in ways that seemed incomprehensible to her rational mind.
She couldn't *truly* think like them.
Not on her own.
