GRACE’S POV “Why do I feel so drawn to you, even at this point?” I could hear someone saying, followed by this weird sensation on my body. I could tell he was touching me. My first instinct was to slap him before jumping up.

“Who are you?” I asked him. But he didn’t answer. Instead, he rushed out of the room, leaving me confused.

I wanted to go after him, but was blocked by two guards werewolves. It was as though something was draining away my energy as they came at me. At this point, I knew I needed to find a way to escape without using my strength.

“Stop!”

I watch the guard wolves backed away from me at the sound of that voice packed with so much authority; it’s him, the one who had just left after trying to touch me.

“Who are you?” I asked at the sight of him.

“And where’s this place?” I asked again.

“You don’t remember me?” he asked. He looked shocked, like I was supposed to know him.

“Am I supposed to?” I replied. He smirked at me, and it seems like he’s the cocky type.

“Tell me you’re joking,” he said, approaching me slowly. I immediately took a defensive stance, “Do not come close,” I said. My voice was daring.

He raised his brows, next thing I knew, he was standing right in front of me. “Stay away from me!” I half yelled whilst trying to punch him in the face, but he caught my fist.

“No, baby doll! You don’t get to do that,” he said, and scooped me into his hands like I weighed nothing.

He laid me down and pressed me against the bed when I tried to struggle. “How dare you hold me hostage,”

“I’ll kill you!” I threatened. But he just had on a smirk, as if he was enjoying the show.

“What’s going on?” a lady’s voice came through. I tried to peep, but he was hovering over me, preventing me from taking a proper look at her.

“She doesn’t know who I am,” he said. He was talking to the lady who just walked in, but I replied instead.

“Am I supposed to know who you are?”

“How about who you are?” It was the lady.

“Do you know who you are?” she asked. Her question seemed to be directed at me.

“Me?” it was barely a question because I was not directing it to anyone. Yet she answered, “Yes, you.”

I creased my brows, my mind running through itself but finding nothing. “Who am I?” the question left my mouth even before I could realise it.

“Pierce!” the lady said.

“I’m Pierce?” I asked.

“No, I am Pierce!”

I looked at the one who just introduced himself as Pierce let go of me. “Then who am I?” I asked.

“Do you really not remember?” he asked.

I suddenly felt calm, calm on the outside, but inside me was a mess. My head was all over the place, trying to find out who I am. I tried to contact my wolf, but she was too weak to even respond. It was then I realised something was wrong with me.

“What happened to us?” I asked my wolf. She just moaned in pain. I felt lost, unable to find myself.

The lady walked closer to me, and held my wrist. I immediately pulled away, still wary of her and whosoever this Pierce might be.

“It’s okay, I just want to examine you,” she said softly. I looked from her to the Pierce guy, and back to her. Her hair, white, and her face was clear as a mirror. But I did not know if I could trust them.

“I won’t hurt you,” she said, trying to reassure me.

It took me a while, but I later gave her my hand. She checked my pulse and said something about poison. Then she asked me the last thing I remember. My face moulded into a frown – I have no idea what happened before I woke up, nor do I have any memory of my life before now.

“You don’t remember anything?” she asked me.

I nod my head, retracting into myself as if I had a shell to hide me from the world.

“What do we do?” It was Pierce. She looked up at him shaking her head.

“I believe she has completely lost her memory,” she said.

The room suddenly fell silent for a while, but the tension between both of them made me uncomfortable. Could they be lovers? If only I had something to say, I’d have broken the silence. But I knew I had something to say, a question – who am I… but it felt odd.

“Let’s give it a few more days,” the white haired lady finally broke the silence that has been for what felt like a decade. She stood up and left. Pierce remained still, staring at me like he was going to say something. But then he left too, not before telling me to feel free, and stay comfortable.

For days, I received treatment from the white haired she-wolf whose name turned out to be Martha. Despite the numerous treatments and mind therapy, I could not recall anything.

“It seems we will have to help you recollect your memories,” Martha said one day after checking my pulse.

“Do you know me well enough?” I asked her. She flashed a smile at me.

“Yes, but Pierce knows you better,” she said before standing up.

“I will leave you two to talk,” Martha said, and walked away, leaving Pierce and I alone in the chamber.

I looked up at him, expectant. I’ll finally get to know who I was, even though I’d just be hearing it from his mouth.

He got close to me and rested his palm on my cheek, “Lana!”

“What?” I did not understand what he meant. Instead of saying anything, he pulled me into a hug, kissing the nape of my neck. I tried pushing him away, but he was stronger.

“I don’t believe you do not remember who you are, Lana..”

“You are probably just mad at me right now,”

I used all my strength to push him away. “What are you talking about?” I yelled.

“You’re my mate!” his voice matching mine, leaving me both in shock and confusion. What mate? The question went wild in my head.