Chapter 83

Silver’s POV

When I opened my eyes, I was back in the examination room. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the new lighting but then my eyes found a familiar set of gorgeous eyes staring back at me and my heart nearly melted at the sight of him.

“Hey,” Elliot breathed as he cupped my face with his warm and inviting hands. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” I assured him. “I was just tired.”

He brought his lips to mine and gave me a chased kiss. I breathed in his incredible scent and basked in the warmth of his body. I hadn’t realized how badly I missed him until this very moment. I know I’ve only been apart from him for a little while, but it felt like an eternity.

He pressed his forehead against mine and inhaled deeply, taking in my scent.

“I’ve been worried about you,” he whispered. “I don’t like being away from you.”

I smiled and lifted my gaze to meet his.

“I don’t like being away from you either,” I admitted. “I’m glad that you are here now, though. Did you talk to Shirley?”

He sighed and released his hold on my face so he could run his fingers through his hair.

“Yes,” he murmured. “She’s in the dungeon right now, but she said something about your brother being after revenge.”

Something about what he had said jogged my memory from when I was asleep. I gasped and nearly jumped away from him when the Moon Goddess's face came into my mind. He frowned and narrowed his eyes at me, confused by my sudden reaction.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I met the Moon Goddess,” I whispered hoarsely, meeting his eyes.

His brows shot up so high that they blended with his hairline.

“What do you mean you met the Moon Goddess?” He asked, his brows pinched together.

“She came to me in a dream,” I explained. “She told me that I’m the savior that restores the world from my brother’s destruction. He’s planning something I’m terrified of what that means.”

He nodded almost thoughtfully as he processed my words.

“Maybe he revealed it to you and that was why he erased your memories,” he suggested.

I shook my head.

“No, I think he erased my memories to prove a point. He wanted you to choose Shirley over me. He was so sure that you would throw me to the wolves if you thought I was nothing more than a rogue. You almost did toss me aside, but you didn’t…”

“I wouldn’t have,” he said quickly. “I would have figured it out way before that.”

I nodded. I knew he would have; that was exactly what I also told Erik.

“There’s something else that the Moon Goddess told me, Elliot,” I said, grabbing his arm to draw his attention.

“What is it?” He asked.

“She said that you’re in danger,” I told him. I decided not to tell him the part about him being my mate. I wanted that part to be a surprise and plus, I was still having trouble believing that to be real. I wanted to make sure before I gave him any type of hope.

“In danger how?” He asked, his tone hardening.

“She said something about my brother being after revenge. I guess your family had something to do with his hardships. He’s after your entire family. I guess you and your sister.”

He was about to say something more but then the door swung open, and Charlotte ran into the room, followed by Dr. Scott.

“I have the potion that’ll restore your memories,” Charolette says as she stands on the other side of the bed. She held up a syringe filled with a salmon-colored liquid. I crinkled my nose at the strange shade.

“Is it safe?” Elliot was the one who asked as he protectively stood in front of me.

I smiled at his protectiveness.

“Of course, it’s safe,” Charlotte said, folding her arms across her chest. “I would never betray you, Elliot. You’re my brother.”

He nodded, but his eyes never left the syringe that Charolette held firmly in her hands.

“And this will restore her memories without damaging anything?” He asked her.

She rolled her eyes; having had enough of his questioning.

“I already explained to her the process. It’ll be very uncomfortable, and maybe even painful. But it’s safe and she will be fine. Once she gets her memories back, we will know for certain what her brother wants and maybe even where we can find him,” she assured him.

He thought about it for a moment longer before nodding slowly. He stepped aside and looked down at me. I could see the worry clear in his eyes and I found myself giving him a small smile to reassure him that I was going to be okay.

I reached out and took hold of his hand.

“It’s going to be okay,” I assured him. “Don’t worry about me.”

He frowned as he lowered his head to my eye level.

“I do nothing but worry about you,” he confessed. His lips brushed across mine and I felt heat coursing through my body, making me blush. “I’ll be right here the entire time.”

I nodded.

“I know,” I breathed before pulling back.

“Okay, do it,” I said, giving her my arm.

She nodded and stepped closer to me.

“This might hurt,” she said, holding up the longer needle.

I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes. I felt a sting in my arm, and I winced at the feeling. I was a big baby when it came to shots. The sting only grew more intense until she pulled the needle out of my arm and bandaged it.

“There you go,” she said as she started to put away her supplies.

I glanced at my arm which was now bandaged, and I frowned. I still don’t remember anything.

“Nothing is happening,” I said with a deep frown.

“Of course, nothing is happening yet,” she said, rolling her eyes at me. “It’s going to take some time to kick in. Relax until the effects start to happen.”

I nodded in response.

Charlotte left the room with Dr. Scott trailing behind her while Elliot slid into the bed beside me and wrapped his arms tightly around my body.

I felt so comfortable and tranquil being in his arms.

It didn’t take long to start feeling discomfort in my arm. I wiggled in place, trying to get comfortable, but my arm was starting to go numb. I frowned as I looked down at the bandage.

“Are you okay?” Elliot asked, alarm clear in his tone.

“Um… I think so,” I murmured. “I’m not entirely sure.”

I let out a yelp as tingles shot through my arm and then a burning sensation erupted around me, causing a loud scream to escape my mouth.

“Silver!” Elliot gasped as my entire body fell onto the bed. My back arched and I let out another ear-piercing scream as pain coursed through my entire body. It almost felt like my blood had caught on fire or something. My head felt like it was about to explode at any moment.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I panted and gasped for breath. I knew that Elliot was holding me and trying to speak soothing things into my ear, but I couldn’t hear a thing he was saying while this pain was too much for me to handle.

I whimpered and gave a distressed sigh as my body jerked back and forth in his arms.

Images of my brother clouded my vision and suddenly, I was no longer in the clinic, I was lying in a bed in a room that I didn’t recognize. At least not at first. The longer I stared around the room and the images came into view, the more I started to recognize the area.

My brother stood above me with a smile on his face but there was no kindness in his eyes.

“W…what’s going on?” I asked; my voice almost sounded like an echo.

My brother didn’t answer my question; I wasn’t even sure if he could hear me. Instead, he paced back and forth looking more irritated with each passing step. He turned to me and started to talk; he told me the story of our parents and how we ended up separated at birth. He told me the story of his adoptive mother and how there was a hit sent out against the rogues. He told me how she died.

He wanted me to join him.

He wanted to prove that Elliot wasn’t coming for me and that he never cared about me. Only my brother cared about me. Scott.

He wanted me to join him in killing Elliot.

The memories invaded my head like a freight train, and I found it difficult to bear. I screamed out as more memories rushed into me. Every single detail of what happened these last couple of days right up until I saw Shirley standing in the room with the syringe. She was after Elliot’s pack; she was willing to sacrifice Elliot to get what she wanted.

Just as she pressed the syringe into my neck, I could still feel the sting of the needle and the effects it had on me.

No!

I can’t lose my memories again! I have to keep fighting! I can’t let them win.

My entire body froze entirely, unable to move or feel anything before all I could see was darkness.