Malachi Andrews, the Alpha of Lindersay, looked out through the open windows of the infirmary at the two figures lying on two separate beds on opposite sides of the room.

Their bodies were being healed by his expert healers, but their memories were gone forever. The wounds that the Moon Goddess inflicts are supposed to last forever, a scar that was etched onto the very soul.

Gazing at the star-crossed lovers, he wondered for the thousandth time…could love really conquer ...