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The man’s eyes went wide as if he was startled by my words, but when he opened his mouth to answer, his voice was more of a croak than anything intelligible. Concern stirred in my gut as he tried several more times before finally eking out something I could understand.
“I… don’t… know.”
What?
I didn’t understand how he couldn’t know that, but then again, the man looked like he had been through some shit. For example: having been a massive wolf mere minutes ago.
“Do you remember where you come from?”
“I…” Another long pause. His mouth moved strangely, like he wasn’t used to it doing that. “No.”
“Were, uh… were you my wolf friend?”
His eyes softened, and this time he didn’t speak but nodded. I didn’t know what to say to that. Normally, if someone claimed they could change into a wolf, I’d tell them to hit up a
Twilight fan page on Facebook. Except, I’d seen him transform right in front of me.
So, where did that leave us?
“What-“
“Leo!” he blurted, his voice steadier than it had been before. When I frowned at him, he cleared his throat and tried again. “I remembered. My name is Leo.”
Goodness. Despite the shock coursing through me, I couldn’t help but feel my heart sting a little at the joy and sorrow that crossed his features when he remembered his name and realized he had forgotten it in the first place.
My mind was so full, it nauseated me. I had to be dreaming, because surely I wasn’t actually trying to rationalize some sort of werewolf standing in my backyard looking like a wounded heartthrob from a romcom. Yet what other explanation was there? I’d had a wolf resting his head in my lap, had kissed his snout, and then a man had appeared right where he’d been.
Now that I thought about it, I’d felt the crackle of…
something in the air when it had happened. An ancient and unknown force that called to something deep within me that I couldn’t name.
“Well, then, Leo,” I said cautiously, putting my thoughts together one by one. “Do you need help?”
Another long, long pause while those green eyes studied me, as if he were just as confused as I was. Maybe he was.
When he finally answered, there was so much weight to the single syllable that my knees nearly buckled.
“Yes.”
I had sincerely and fully lost my damn mind, because I closed the window and opened the back door, gesturing for him to come in.
“How can I help?”
LEO
I was eating.
Not with my muzzle and sharp canines, but with an entirely different mouth and blunt teeth. My stomach was smaller, too, and it craved things I didn’t understand.
I was confused.
I scared the woman, yet she was still feeding me. She’d let me into her home, which she hadn’t allowed before.
Everything had changed. I didn’t know how or why, but I was in my human form again, able to do things I hadn’t in a very, very long time.
One of those things was remembering that I could be human at all. I was a wolf for so long that there hadn’t been anything else. Now, it was like an entire deluge flooding my mind, and I slowly worked through each detail and memory. It felt a bit like being drunk, except when I paused to think about that I realized I had no idea what it meant to be drunk.
My mind was full of so many of the same jumbles. It suggested something I should know, but when I examined it, there was just… nothing.
What the hell had happened to me?
I didn’t have the foggiest idea. What I did know, though, was that my savior, my friend, was beautiful.
I’d been aware of it before when I was a wolf and it didn’t quite make sense, but now? Looking directly at her was difficult because she was so utterly gorgeous. Her skin was the sweetest, creamiest, golden-tinted alabaster, her cheeks as rosy as her lips. And those dark eyes of hers I’d noticed before? They were somehow even more entrancing now. Such a deep, deep brown, I thought I was staring into the earth itself. I was certain that if she stood in a sunbeam, they’d glow like honey.
Everything about her was poetry, even if I couldn’t recall what poetry was like. The curves of her body were plenty, bountiful, the kind meant for broad hands and a strong grip. She was the type I absolutely would have been attracted to back when?-
Back when…
Back when what?
My head throbbed, and I shook it, belatedly realizing that my stunning savior had been asking me more questions.
Her voice was so sweet, so pleasant, with a huskiness to it that it was easy to forget the beginning of her question by the time she got to the end of it. Thankfully, she didn’t seem upset when she had to repeat things.
In fact, she was dealing with the whole situation pretty well. It was one thing to be suddenly introduced to shifters and another thing to have to deal with an amnesiac.
Because that’s what I was, wasn’t I? I couldn’t remember who I was or how I’d come to be stuck as a wolf, so I was pretty sure that was what it meant.