PIERCE’S POV

Perhaps, the moon goddess has decided to give me a second chance – Grace losing her memory right when she stepped into the Layer’s pack must be divine, a blessing.

“Martha!” I called using telepathy.

“What?” She replied violently, but still managed to maintain her composure physically.

“What if she’s Lana?” I asked Martha who was once Lana’s closest friend before she met her demise.

“She’s not!” She replied abruptly.

“But I can make her Lana,” I said. Meanwhile, Grace kept staring at us, probably wondering about her identity, or maybe about the sudden silence in the room.

“Let’s give it a few more days,” Martha opened her mouth to speak. Then without warning, she turned to me, invading my head. “Pierceee!” she said, dragging my name. Then she left. I immediately knew she wanted to see me outside, probably wanting to put up another fight. I stood there for a while, watching Grace. What if she’s actually Lana, and I have been deceived by Alpha Brooke all these years…

I turned and left the room, leaving only Grace in there with the confidence that my guards would protect her.

“You can’t make her who she’s not!” Martha warned the moment I got outside.

“Why can’t I?”

“Isn’t this a blessing from the moon goddess herself? Grace losing her memory the moment she stepped into our pack…” I said. Martha sighed.

“Lana was my best friend until she betrayed you. Still, she was my best friend!”

“This she-wolf from Blue moon pack can never be her,” Martha said. But she lacked the emotional expression to back her words. No, Martha was dead to emotion. With all the poison she works with, there’s no way she’d still have a feel left in her.

“You are not saying anything Pierce,” Martha said, dragging my attention to her own reasoning.

“If she lost her memory, it means she no longer remember anything about her assignment to kill me,”

“Making her Lana would mean one less enemy,” I said. Martha just nods her head around as if piecing up a few things.

“What if someone uses that against you too?”

“Or, what if she’s just pretending to have lost her memory so she can get closer to you,” Martha argued.

“Then, I will kill her,” I replied. But deep down, I hoped she was wrong.

“I’ll treat her for a few more days, equally observing to see if she would remember anything,” she said.

“But, if she truly does not remember, and I’m convinced enough, I’ll let you do as you please.” She said with a note of finality before leaving. However she returned in no time.

“Until then, we’ll have to keep away every information regarding her current identity from her if you really wish to succeed.”

“I’ve also found out the type of poison used on her,” she added before leaving.

I heaved a sigh of relief after she left. At least, Martha didn’t try to put up a fight this time. Perhaps, she also wants her friend back. But out of everything that has occurred, I’m only vexed that we lost the rat even before we could get hold of him. His death leave us with nothing on who this enemy could be, and I doubt Blue moon pack would want to kill their own even before she completes the assignment.

Martha kept to her word, treating Grace for days and engaging her in therapies; aside from being able to heal her internal injuries and strengthening her wolf, Grace still could not remember anything.

“You can go ahead and give her Lana’s identity,” Martha said to me after examining Grace again for the umpteenth time.

“It seems we will have to help you recollect your memories,” she said, directing her words to Grace.

“Do you know who I am?” Grace asked, curiosity laced in her voice.

“Yes, but Pierce knows you better,” Martha replied. Then she casually told Grace she’d give us space to talk before leaving. But she seemed angry, like she did not want me to carry on still.

Immediately she left, I decided to put on an act… “Lana!” I muttered, trying to sound passionate as I place my palm on her cheek, sitting so close to her, my eyes softened.

“What?” she mumbled. I pulled her into a hug, “I don’t believe you do not remember who you are, Lana..”

“You are probably just mad at me right now,” I said to her. But she pushed me away, struggling out of my arms.

“What are you talking about,” she yelled at me.

“You are my mate!” I dropped the bomb, matching her energy. But that bomb should not be hers if Lana was truly here.

“Mate?”

“What mate?” she asked, shock evident in her face. I tried to pull her back in my arms, but she quickly jumped out of the bed.

“I lost my memory, not my mind!” she said. Then she pointed a warning finger at me, “if you are my mate, how come I don’t feel the bond?” That question hit me unexpectedly, leaving me at loss for a while. But then I decided to come up with another lie. They said Grace rejected her mate, so perhaps, I could use that.

“That is because I rejected you!” I said to her. There was no way I would say she rejected me. My mate would never reject me, except Lana once tried to kill me.

“Rejected?”

“Is that why you said I was just being mad at you?” she asked me, seemingly falling for it. I nod my head.

“But it wasn’t because I don’t love you. It’s all for our grand plan,” I said to her, jumping to take her hands.

“Really? What grand plan?” she asked.

“Come with me,” I said to her, leading her down to the underground chamber. But she pulled away instead.

“How do I know you are not trying to use me?” she seemed wary.

“Because I love you!” I replied. Perhaps that would be the only way to make her believe me, and become Lana Miles.

“Come down with me, and I’ll explain everything to you,” I said to her, but she stood rigid, looking at me as if trying to calculate whether or not to trust me.