Anticipated Meeting

The frightened rogue sat at one corner of the room, hugging its knees while it stared at Ashlyn and Elijah warily. Elijah leaned against the wall.

In his hand was the knife that he played with.

"What's your name?" he questioned.

When the rogue tried to answer with silence, Elijah's eyes narrowed, and she stuttered out, "R-Rose."

"Rose, hmm? That's a pretty name, but is that your real name?"

Rose nodded fervently.

"I see. Which pack were you from?"

"P-Pack? I-I d-don't k-know." Her voice came out broken.

"You don't know?" he enunciated— his fangs out for the view. "It's alright. We can continue to play here until you remember."

Ashlyn solemnly spoke, "Luna, what do you recall? You don't need to fret. No harm will come to you at here. I will protect you."

Rose's eyes fell on Ashlyn, trying to look for reassurance. Ashlyn's eyes softened.

"I-I just know my name. I woke up and saw I was lying beside the river. That's it," she expressed.

"A werewolf losing their memory— isn't that unheard