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I say. That idea’s been building since the dream. Since the woman with sad eyes told me she trusted their version of enough. She stepped into the hollow thinking memory would be enough to hold her together. Memory isn’t return. Memory is a monument. I won’t be a monument. Caleb’s voice drops. “You think you can step into that void and come back?” “I think I can refuse to dissolve.” “That’s not the same thing.” “No,” I admit. “It’s not.”

Recognition of the figure before me flashed before my eyes. The memories followed after and came rushing into my head like a wave of gushing wind. The memories that led up to why I was here. How I got here and how I found myself in that void. And then memories before that. A few happy ones in the middle. And then memories that go way back. The ones that seemed more of a nightmare and I never want to remember again. Memories of this man’s doing. “Luciano” I said in between gritted teeth.

Lottie POV As Kane's lips met mine, a deluge of memories came crashing back, each one sharp and vivid, engulfing me with a sense of overwhelming familiarity and deep emotion. I remembered everything—the painstaking plan I had agreed to with Astaroth to keep my pups safe. My memories were to be wiped clean unless I was alone with my mates. For months, the opportunity had never presented itself, and the absence of these memories had left a hollow space inside me.

“Sing it for me.” “I don’t remember all the words.” “Try.” I closed my eyes. “Moon above, wolf below… Guard the secret, guard the sorrow… Blood remembers, time will tell… Break the silence, break the spell…” I stopped. “That’s all I remember.” Lucian stared at me. “What?” I asked. “I don’t think that’s a lullaby.” “Then what is it?” “It sounds like a warning.” He looked at the letter again. “She’s sending you a message.”

♥THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER♥ ♥ Memories Song by Maroon 5 ♥ ♥Here's to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories Of everything we've been through Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you There's a time that I remember when I did not know no pain

rather than “is” ‘Isn’t it because I’m starting to remember a bit of my past?’ ‘Then where is the woman who promised Chandler that she will stay with Adan even if she remembered the memories, she had with him?’ I shook my head, not wanting to imagine the situation. Then once again, I remembered the resolution I made when I came to Vincent’s place. ‘So Konki flower really helps me to regain some of my memories.’

I smiled gently, pointing to the chair in front of his bed. He sat down and nodded. I sat down and began to sing, allowing the tears to flow and trickle down my face. I closed my eyes, imagining every missed phase of my little, brave one. The pain of not having been by his side, of not raising him so that all this could be different. I felt his warm hands on my wet face, drying. I opened my eyes and saw him cry. Conan kneeled in front of me, resting his head on my lap, chanting a spell of images that recreated the memories of our playfulness, even those from my dream!

And that was the best part of all this. "Eat up, asshole," Conan's voice broke my train of thought. I turned, squinting up at him like he was made of God's light and Satan's volume. "You sound like a parade in a fucking graveyard," I muttered, clutching my temples. "Good. You deserve to suffer you little bitch," Conan grinned, dropping a steaming bowl in front of me. "Now eat up. It's hangover soup." "Hangover what?" I blinked. Did he say that earlier?

Until another memory surfaced. This one older. Sharper. A voice. Frank Cole. Drunk. Angry. Standing beside a fireplace. "You don't know who you are." Grayson tightened his grip on the reins. The memory continued. "You belong to something bigger than this valley." The words felt strange now. Because at the time he'd ignored them. Dismissed them. Forgotten them. But lately? Lately those memories kept returning. Like pieces of a puzzle. Like clues. Like warnings. His horse suddenly stopped.

Connor replies. I look down at the tablet’s screen, tears blurring my vision as I try to stifle those fractured memories “I…I don’t remember,” my voice quivers. Connor leans close. “Think, April. Seriously, do you remember anything? Anything at all?” The kaleidoscope of those horrendous memories threatens to awaken again, followed by a barrage of panic that I’d rather not deal with at the moment. Shooting up from my seat, I shake my head. “No…no…I can’t!”