LOGINTalia’s POV"It's just a headache," I told him, holding his arm. "The doctor checked me and said I'm fine," I added.The doctor explained again, and Nolan looked even paler. Each time my memories came up, his jaw clenched, and he kept fidgeting, like he didn’t know what to do."This is my fault," Nolan said. "I told you everything at once this morning, and now you feel terrible." He ran his hands through his hair. "I should've told you little by little. I'm sorry, Talia."I didn’t want to hear him apologize again. I hugged him tightly and pressed my face into his shirt."Don't," I said. "I asked you for it, and you told me. Finding it out on my own was worse than anything you said in here." I held on tighter. "I trust you," I told him.Nolan didn't answer, but his arms came up around my back, and he held me there against him."Let me come to the office with you," I said."You should be lying down in a dark room," Nolan argued."If you leave me alone in a dark room, I'll just think abo
Talia’s POVClara knocked once and came right in.She set the tray down at the foot of the bed. The tray held soup, bread, and a glass of water. Then she sat by the window and looked at me."I'm not hungry," I said."I know," Clara said, pushing the tray closer. "Please eat a little, for me. You haven't eaten since yesterday. Eat some and tell me if it needs more salt, like you always do."I picked up the spoon to make her stop worrying, but I found I could eat after all. The beef-and-barley soup was hot, and the first bite hurt my throat. The second went down easier.Clara watched me get through half the bowl."Are you starting to remember things? Is that why you seem upset?" Clara asked.My spoon stopped halfway to my mouth."How do you know about that?" I asked, surprised."The twins told me," Clara said, looking embarrassed. "They didn't mean to. Nyla came into the kitchen and complained that she didn’t like keeping secrets. Elian argued that it is not a secret that you lost your
Nolan’s POVI knocked on her door.“Talia, it’s me,” I said. “Let me in. I’ll explain everything.”She didn’t answer. I leaned my head against the door, listening to the silence, until the lock finally clicked.Talia’s eyes were swollen and red, her cheeks streaked with tears. Her hair was tangled, and she hadn’t changed out of her pajamas.“Talia,” I said softly. I reached for her hand, but she pulled her hand away fast, as if I’d hurt her.I felt a wave of guilt. ‘You should feel guilty. You should have told her like I told you to, you stubborn ass,’ my wolf snarled. ‘Stop. That’s not helping right now,’ I shot back. Talia stepped back and let me in. I could feel her emotions through the mate bond: anger, sadness, distrust. It made my wolf whine within me. “You remembered,” I said quietly.Talia nodded. “I saw you do it,” she said. “I watched you stab my father. Tell me it didn’t happen like that.”“I’m sorry. I wish I could, but I can’t do that,” I said.“Is that why you wouldn’
Nolan’s POVThe next morning, Marco came into my office early, carrying a stack of documents from the other packs. He placed them on the desk and glanced at the empty chair across from me."Where's Luna?" Marco asked."Still in her room sleeping," I replied.Marco waited for more information, but I offered nothing further. "Don’t you think that’s strange?" he asked. "She hasn’t missed a morning with you for two weeks. Is she feeling alright?""She was up most of the night," I said. "Clara says she woke up with a headache."Marco nodded. "Don’t worry too much about it," he said.“Who says I’m worrying?” I asked.“I know you, Alpha. You’re worrying. I can tell by the vein bulging in your forehead,” Marco replied. “She probably just needs to rest. At least she’s resting on her own. Before, you would have to harass her into it.”"I know," I sighed. "It’s like I’m getting to know a different person." There were things about Talia that were the same, but every day her preferences shifted fr
Talia’s POV"No key," I muttered."Maybe you kept your journal here," my wolf said. If that was true, reading it might help me remember everything. I needed to open that drawer."I could wake Nolan and ask for a key," I thought, "but I don't want to stand in his doorway at 2 a.m. just to get permission to open a drawer in my own room. I'm not doing that.""Screw it," I whispered."Come on..." I grunted, wedging my fingers into the gap at the top of the drawer, shoving my shoulder against it until the thin wood around the lock broke. The drawer split and landed in my lap."What the...?" I breathed. There was only one thing inside.It was a dagger. The blade was thin and clean. The handle was dark wood, worn smooth. I picked it up, curious and uneasy. It felt right in my hand, like I’d held it a thousand times, even though I couldn’t remember. For a moment, I felt a hollow nostalgia.I sat on the floor with it, not sure what to do. "Why did I hide you?" I whispered to the dagger. I put
Talia’s POVI touched my face and realized she was right."I didn't realize I was," I said. "I'm okay. These are happy tears.""Crying isn't good," Nyla said."Sometimes it is," I explained. "I'm happy, and seeing that happen to Abby made me emotional. That's why I'm crying."Nyla thought for a moment, then grabbed my hand and pulled me along."Come on," Nyla said, tugging my hand. "I know what fixes it."She led me off the stage and down the hall to a long table at the far end, one I hadn't noticed until she stopped me in front of it."It's all desserts," Nyla said. "Clara made the brownies. She only makes them for parties, so take two."I took two of them. She started pointing with her whole hand."The lemon bars are my favorite, and the thumbprint cookies have jam. Don't eat the coconut ones, Mom," Nyla warned."Why not?" I asked."They taste like soap!" Nyla said.Suddenly, someone handed me a real plate, loaded with food, from the other side."Here," Elian said, pushing the plate







