LOGINMarissa's POV Zayne's escort was waiting outside my house an hour after I received the roses. It took Bridget an extra thirty minutes to declare me worthy of stepping out into the night. She'd hurried home to get me some of her dresses to pick from after wrinkling her nose at the collection in my closet. The heels she brought along with them would've had my ankles screaming for a quick death in a few minutes so I opted for my trustee kitten heels. It was the only choice she allowed and the only thing she bitched about non stop. “Oh my God, you look a dream." She gasped as we both stared at my reflection in the mirror. “All thanks to you." I gasped as well. The midnight blue dress clung to my body like a sleeve. A slit ran from the hem at my ankles to my thighs. I thought it was a little too much while Bree took the opposite route and contemplated increasing the slit length. I wore a cream coloured coat over it for the chilly night weather and a small black purse. My hair was no
Elias POV “Have a good run?" Kimara called out from her perch on a fallen tree absently whittling a stick with her pen knife.I was still in my wolf form so I answered with a grunt. She pointed to a neat pile of folded clothes she'd placed in front of a tree a couple feet away. " Figured you might need those.” She shrugged and went back to her whittling. Getting back to human form was less painful but it took a little longer. I slipped into the black pair of sweatpants and grey shirt Kim had brought for me. “Thanks." I mumbled, running my hands through my hair to smoothen it back out. “No problem." “You don't have to follow me everywhere you know?" I added. She paused and stared at me for a second. Then she held her sharpened stick to the moonlight to examine. “I don't have to. But I need to. You've been acting strange since you returned from Hallowden." I couldn't outrightly deny that. I didn't have the strength anyway. I lowered myself to sit beside her on the log. “It
Marissa's POV " This wasn't a dream, Bree. I could feel it deep inside me. Like….like…..like I was looking at a part of my soul or…..” I stopped and buried my face in my hands, " Oh my God I feel like I'm going crazy.” " No. No you're not, Rissa.” She put her arms around me and rubbed my hair, " Hey, hey, it's okay. I believe you.” " You do?” I looked up at her." Of course. And do you realize what this means? If you're starting to remember things, maybe your amnesia is in reversal” She could barely hide the excitement in her voice and her eyes shone with unshed tears. “Or I might just be going crazy. I'm hearing voices in my head too." I sighed forlomly and took a tiny bite of my doughnut. “Maybe that's a…side effect? Maybe it's not voices but…statements from your past?” Bridget added hopefully. I remembered the afternoon in my kitchen where I'd caught the plate of hotdogs because I heard a voice saying Catch. Or last night when I heard back off. Statements from my past I th
Elias POV A cold breeze blew in through the open windows signaling the arrival of rain. I stared at the phone as the call ended, my mind a mess of thoughts. Zayne was no longer the man I once knew. The friend I grew up with. Getting entangled with Diana had changed him drastically and he couldn't see it. Was too stubborn to see it. Diana was always in his ear, getting involved in every decision he made, smearing her grubby hands all over pack politics and manipulating Zayne into being the kind of man she wanted him to be. Selfish, Self serving, Authoritative. Marissa had been involved in pack politics too when she was Luna, but she knew her place. She never went against the general good of the pack and she never tried to control Zayne. Or me. She never went against any advice I gave her Alpha, recognizing and respecting my position as his second in command. Diana on the other hand….It was a constant battle. No advice I gave was good enough for her and she made Zayne start
Zayne's POV Her eyes held fear and worry. But something else. Distrust. It shouldn't sting. She had no reason to trust me. I was a stranger to her and if she remembered even half of what happened six years ago,she'd distrust me even more. It occurred to me that this entire endeavor depended on her never getting her memories back. My greatest advantage was my anonymity and if I lost that, then there would be no point. Elias said the doctors concluded that the Amnesia was absolute and there was no use clinging to any hope of her memories coming back. Human doctors. Making human conclusions. Marissa never saw werewolf doctors. Elias had rushed her to a hospital where there would be no chance of anyone identifying her as Luna. Her wounds from the accident already healed on the way there but she'd hit her head badly. Werewolf recovery speed doesn’t extend to brain damage sadly. I poured some more wine in my glass. The last from the bottle. Marissa’s distrust wasn't the primar
Marissa's POV My fingers trembled as I jabbed the call icon for the tenth time. " Please pick up, Elias. Please.” I whispered as I watched it ring. It went to voicemail yet again and I shut my eyes in despair. " I need you, Elias. Please.” I whispered to the empty kitchen. Night had fallen rapidly and the sky outside the windows was pitch black. Just like in the dream. The night the accident happened. It kept replaying in my head, over and over, each time clearer than the last. And with each replay, I could recall more details. Like my reflection in the rearview mirror, eyes dark with ruined mascara, cheeks puffy and face red from crying, the envelope on the passenger’s seat addressed to Mrs Marissa something. The full name was still obscured from memory. Elias told me Thorne was my maiden name. My husband's surname had been Woodruff but I hadn't taken it. He convinced me to give the children my maiden name because it's what my husband would've wanted. In fact, it had been my
Zayne I tapped my feet restlessly as we waited. The Air conditioning was on but I was beginning to sweat. The shirt suddenly felt too tight and the air too thick. Elias didn't look bothered. He hummed away to the music coming from the car radio on low volume. “How much longer?” I asked impati
Marissa's POV I gasped in fear and jumped from the bed. I was right at the edge however and so I landed painfully on the floor. Another nightmare. This was two nights in a row now. I groaned and dragged myself up. My nightdress clung to me, covered in sweat even though the room was cool. I h
{Zayne's POV}_6 years later.“Hello, young lady. Where are you going, dressed like that?” I tried to mask the frustration in my voice but failed as I stared at Ruby walking down the stairs in nothing but a tiny black gown.How she had grown so fast, sometimes was hard to actually believe.Ruby on
Shock would not be an adequate word to measure how I was feeling at the moment.Because those five simple words from Zayne, came with a sudden tornado of different ugly feelings- despair, shock, pain…so much pain and anger.“W…what?”“You heard me right. I'm going to marry Diana.” Zayne repeated ca







