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“Fighting. Someone teaching me how to move, how to think—how to react.” He looked down at his hands. “They took the memories,” he said quietly. “But not this.” *** Elijah nodded once. “Muscle memory’s harder to erase.” *** Nico glanced at him. “You knew that already.” Elijah smirked faintly. “I had a suspicion.” *** A pause. Then— “You’re not untrained,” Elijah said. “You’re unfinished.” *** That landed differently. *** Nico let out a breath. “Feels about right.”

Was this all a fucking game, what was he waiting for? It was two hours later and I was pacing the hall. Elijah had shown up, having run in wolf form and Kiara had been fucking ecstatic to see him. In a way, I was glad she remembered someone, at least someone who could guide her, but it still fucking killed me that she had forgotten me… I was half of her soul… So why had she forgotten me…

Kieran didn’t stop him. But his eyes were already open. Watching. Quiet. “…You’re awake.” Eli avoided his gaze. “…Yeah.” His voice was rough. Not just from sleep. From everything. A silence followed. Thick. Awkward. Because both of them knew— Something had changed. MEMORY RETURNS__ Eli stood up. Walked a few steps away. Ran a hand through his hair. Trying to ground himself. Trying to regain control. But the memory came back clearer this time.

"Do you think we would ever remember every single detail about the past? Not just feel it in our wolves and see some blurred memories, but actually remember?" "I don't know, but it would be difficult to," Elijah replied with a slow exhale, "This whole thing isn't a spell or something forbidden ritual, it was fate trying to put things back where they belonged. To fate, I don't belong. That won't be easy to undo," Kaden looked up at Elijah, his voice carrying strength, "Then we do not need to remember, fate be damned. As long as we know you're going to lead and fight for us, we'll begin to make new memories. And I'm looking forward to those new memories,"

For what reason does the way that I probably won't see Liam hurt to such an extent? At the point when I at last recuperate, I gradually sit up. The primary thing I notice is that Elijah is there, dozing on the bed in his canine structure. His character as a human is so like his canine character. He is sincere and tireless, energetic and faithful. My psyche stretches back to when we were indivisible. That time appears to be such a long way previously, however, it was a period of mind boggling joy.

The tree bark scraped his spine as he leaned against it for balance. “Elijah…” he muttered, eyes wide. Another name. Another piece of the puzzle. Another pulse of pain. Matthew’s knees buckled, and he dropped to the grass. His breathing hitched as more memories surged—louder now, clearer. They weren’t fragmented anymore. They were real. And this time, it wasn’t the voice of the old man. It was Eloise. Her voice rang in his ears—frustrated, pained. “You never gave me the chance to prove to you that I could love you more.”

"Elijah, you don't have to go that far for me." "He had no right to talk about you like that—" I cut him off, rubbing my fingers anxiously. "He wasn't wrong. My brain really has some issues." Elijah fell silent. I forced a smile and went on, "It's true. The doctors said I've got memory damage. Maybe one day I'll just—" Before I could finish, he suddenly pinched my cheeks. "Sadie, you've changed. You weren't like this before." What did he mean by "before?"

It was something entirely different — deeper, far more real than anything she'd experienced before, something with the texture of an actual memory, not imagination. She finally looked toward the clock on the wall, her hand still visibly trembling. It read 9:47 P.M. — a perfectly ordinary time, with no connection to the number she'd just seen in that sudden flash. But looking at any clock now, whatever time it showed, no longer felt ordinary at all. Eliana stayed on the floor a while longer, her back against the leg of the chair, and let herself ask, for the first time out loud, the question she'd been circling for days without daring to land on it.

Elijah removed my hand and took a step away from me and said emotionally “i started loving you but this is all wrong, sophia will never forgive me for loving someone else and forgeting her” Tears flowed from Elijah's eyes and I took a step towards him and said "Sophia is dead and now it's time for you to get over her memories and start a new life." Elijah asked his tears and said, “The new beginning of my life will not happen until I reach the murderer of Sophia. Your and my love will not be complete until Sophia find justice . I took a deep breath and said, “If I tell you that I know who is the murderer of Sofia.”

It was just the way of things when one's family had more power than the other could dream of in ten lifetimes. "I'll fucking kill you, you hear me?" he grunted. "Don't ever cross my path again! Stay the fuck away from me! Elijah!" ~~~~~~~~~ Elijah gasped awake from his usual nightmare. His heart racing wild and sweat buds rolling down his head. Again. He had that dream again! In nine years, he had lost count of how many times that particular scene revisited his dreams. It was the only thing he woke up to-- He turned sharply and slammed a hand down on his alarm clock just when it was about to go off.