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Damian’s POVAmelia waited until we were past the school gate."What does ‘Sleeping Beauty Queen’ mean?""A name people made up," I said."Who made it up?"I didn’t have a good answer for her. The twins walked ahead, and Nyla’s shoulders slumped. She obviously knew the name and didn’t want to talk about it.So I put on a face."Nyla." I crossed my arms and tried to sound serious. "Come back here and tell me what’s going on."She came back at half speed, and Elian stepped in front of his sister, as he always had."Am I in trouble?" Nyla asked."That depends on what you say. Where did that name come from?" It’s not hard to keep a straight face with a five-year-old, but it only works half the time.She looked at her shoes, then at her mother, and it came out in pieces."Some kids said we didn’t have a mom." Her voice got quiet. "One boy said the Queen died when we were born, and the adults just say she’s asleep so we don’t get upset."Amelia made no sound at all beside me."And what did

Amelia’s POVThe training ground sat behind the packhouse, down a hill and through some trees. Somehow, I knew the way before we even arrived.My body just turned at the hill like it had done it a hundred times, and I knew where the fence would be before I saw it. I felt like I belonged here, even if I couldn’t remember ever seeing it."What’s wrong?” Damian asked."I know this place.""You should. You were down here most mornings." He held out his open hand and waited for me to decide to take it. I took his hand, and we continued. I wasn’t sure I was ready, but it was now or never. The pack needed to see me up and well. I needed to prove to them I was still their Luna.Everyone was already there when we walked out of the trees, lined up along the fence and packed in tight. When they saw us, the crowd exploded. This wasn’t polite clapping for someone who’d been sick; they were really cheering. I spotted a guy near the front with a kid on his shoulders. Both of them were waving at me

Amelia’s POVI heard her, but it took a second to sink in. When it did, I wished it hadn’t.“That isn’t possible,” I said, shaking my head.“It’s very possible,” Diane said, grinning with her hands resting on her belly. “Trust me, Amelia, I can smell it from across a field.”“Diane, all he did was hold my hand,” I insisted.“And?” Diane prompted, raising an eyebrow.“He grabbed my hand and wouldn’t let go,” I said, rubbing my face. “It was like this weird shock ran up my neck and made my whole body tense up. I felt super restless, like every part of me was on edge. I had to sit through both fights like that, in front of everyone. All he did was hold my hand, but I still don’t get why my body reacted that way. Maybe it’s just because it’s been five years since anyone really touched me. Maybe my body just hit its breaking point.”“Thank the Goddess the fighting was finished,” Diane said with a laugh.“Don’t,” I muttered.“I’m just saying, if that had lasted ten more minutes, you’d have

Damian’s POVAmelia grabbed my shirt to keep herself from falling over.‘She’s drunk,’ my wolf said.‘I already figured that out,’ I replied.Amelia’s face was bright red, and an empty wine bottle sat on my office desk.I laughed, and she glared up at me, still holding my shirt."Yeah," Amelia said, slurring a little. "I waited up for you. It’s been an hour.""I’m flattered," I said, grinning."Don’t be," Amelia shot back. She grabbed my shirt tighter and looked up at me. "Do you like Arya?"My smile dropped.Camilla always said her memories would come back when Amelia was ready. Hearing Arya’s name gave me hope. Maybe Amelia finally remembered."You remember her," I said. "Do you remember Arya?""No," Amelia said, shaking her head. "Should I?"A quick wave of disappointment hit me."You just asked about her," I pointed out, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you remembered something.”"Diane told me," Amelia muttered. "And don’t avoid the question.”“I’m not avoiding it,” I said.“She s

Amelia’s POVDamian made some room on his desk, set a pile of papers in front of me, and left me to look through them.The work was easier than I thought it would be.Turns out, I actually knew what I was doing. I didn’t know the people or the past decisions, but the tasks made sense. Some people needed a decision, some wanted permission, and others wanted me to back them up in arguments. I could tell what they wanted after reading just a couple lines.Anything that depended on knowing someone or remembering a promise went into a separate pile. I asked who people were a couple of times. It was strange to rely on Damian for things I probably used to know. Still, he never seemed annoyed when I asked for help, just patient, like he understood how hard it was for me. Eventually I stopped asking and put them in a pile for Damian to handle later.One paper made me stop. It talked about pack members who came back weak after the war, quoting an old order with Harvey’s name and mine on it. Tha