The Wolf Who Forgot

He asked me to take everything.

Every kiss. Every fight. Every quiet morning he ever let himself be soft with me. Every single memory of the five years we spent loving each other in secret.

He said it was the only way to keep me safe. That if he walked into the enemy's camp knowing he had a mate, they would use me to destroy him. So he asked me to hold his memories inside me, like I was a box he could trust, and he promised he would come back for them in six months.

That was five years ago.

Caius is home now. But he doesn't remember me. He doesn't remember any of it. And the worst part? He is falling in love with me all over again, slowly, the way he did the first time, and I am standing here with all of him inside my head, watching him meet me like a stranger.

I know every single thing about him. His nightmares. The way he takes his coffee. The scar on his ribcage from the night he almost died protecting me. The exact words he said when he first told me he loved me.

He knows nothing about me.

And now the people he spent five years hunting are closing in, the mission is falling apart, and the only way to save him is to give him back everything he asked me to take.

But if I do that, he will remember everything they did to me while he was gone. And the Caius who remembers is not the kind of man who lets things go.