Mated to The Shadow Wolf

Two

Dean:

    She's healing nicely. Her heartbeat is a steady tune of hope. Not knowing her name is killing me and the fact that I didn't know who she's looking for just made my stomach sink. I've tried looking for someone named Rosalie on her region of the pentacle but I've come up blank. Our files are all sealed in the Council chambers and I'd need special access. Something I can't get until I'm appointed as Alpha.

    My body tensed when her heart rate started to pick up. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around. I stood with a bit of distance between us so that she can see me. She over at me. Her expression didn't seem confused or agitated. She's definitely an Alpha. Her posture and composure are perfect.

    "Hi," I greeted her. She flinched with the sound of my voice.

    "Hi," she returned softly. "I recognize your voice,"

    "Do you? You heard me?" 

    "Who are you?" she asked. I cleared my throat.

    "My name is Dean Dallas," I introduced myself, getting closer.

    "Dean?" she tested the name like she's trying to figure out if she had heard that name before.

    "Yeah, my dad's the alpha of the pack that just moved into the Lycan pentacle," 

She looked at me and then down at her hands.

    "I know what that is. It's the eight packs that protect the sacred ground for the temple of the moon goddess,"

    "Yes, that's right," I nodded, sitting on the bed closer to her. "Listen. I didn't find Rosalie. There was no one left alive except for you when we arrived,"

    "Rosalie?" she asked looking at me confused. "Who's Rosalie?"

    "You asked me to find Rosalie when I found you?" she sat up looking around. She looks lost now. She looked over at me.

    "Umm. I... Dean, I might sound a little crazy maybe? I don't know what you're talking about," she admitted. I watched as she gently reached for my hand. She doesn't remember.

    "What's your name?" I asked and she looked away taking her hand with her. "f**k, do you know your name?"

    "I think my name is Ripley or maybe Riley. Those are the only two names I remember. The names I was thinking about when I was asleep. I can hear a voice," 

    "Is it my voice?" I asked. She shook her head.

    "It's a girl's voice. It's slightly similar to mine only I know I'm stronger. Better,"

    "Okay, do you remember anything? How you got here maybe?" 

She looked down at the bandages on her arms confused.

    "You said I was going to okay. I don't feel okay. I feel like there's something missing. I'm supposed to do something,"

    It all hit her at once. She doesn't remember a thing. Her eyes began to tremble and fill with angry tears as she desperately tried to find some kind of clue inside of her head. Her heartbeat is now erratic, her breathing is uneven. She's on the verge of a panic attack. The nurses all rushed in trying to help settle her down. They had no choice but to sedate her. When she finally shut down. I layed her back in the bed. My dad walked in as I tried to catch my breath.

    "What happened?"

    "She doesn't know anything," I began to panic. "She doesn't know who she is,"

    "Son, we can help her. We'll get her the best doctors. I promise," he tried to comfort me by placing his hand on my shoulder.

    "Dean?" I looked up to see my older brother.

    "Reggie?"

    "Hey, man. I heard the good news," he greeted as he walked into her private room setting a paper bag down on the coffee table. "I brought some food for you and dad,"

    Reggie is my half brother on my mom's side. When my mom was a pup her parents used her and his dad to unite the two packs that now make the sixth corner of the lycan Pentacle. When my dad found her she was pregnant with Reggie. His dad was killed right after they were married. Three years ago, Reggie went home to run that pack. Our mom and dad raised us together. My dad loves him just as much as he loves me.

    "Thanks, kid," my dad thanked him when I didn't say a word. 

    "What happened?" he asked.

    "That fire you spotted from across the way, it was from their packhouse. She lost everything. She has no memory," I informed him. He looked at me with sympathy in his eyes.

    "Dean, I'm so sorry," he sighed looking her over. "Look. I have this friend she's in the pack that tried to clean up hers. They have the best pack doctors. That Demon wolf, they treated her there. Last I heard, she settled the bind of the Darkness. She's Mikhail's beta now. Maybe they can help?"

    "No. Reg, something bad happened to her. What if they're behind it? What if the demon wolf isn't gone and Mikhail is using it to his advantage. This is the same thing that happened when they began to take over the thirteen colonies. What if they want into the pentacle?"

    "No, they wouldn't do that. Not while Mikhail's Luna is still human. I was down there earlier. They were attacked by rogues,"

    "That's what I said," my dad murmured from behind Reggie, with a mouth full of burger.

    "Demon wolf, Reggie. We don't know what the hell those things are capable of. It killed another one like it. What if it got stronger? No, I can't risk her. She's too important," I can't just hand her over to anyone. She can still be in danger. He sighed.

    "So, what? You're just going to let her dits around? You have to do something," 

    "Dits?" we both looked over at her. She's glaring at him now.

    "My bad, shorty. It was just an expression," he defended.

    "I think we should give it time. The injury is fresh. Maybe once she's done healing, her memories will come back. There's no way I'm letting a f*****g Demon Wolf near her," I growled.

Riley:

    I'm drawing up a blank. How is it that I remember the instances before the pain? The Shouting. Her voice had seemed so afraid. There was a raw sense of urgency to it, yet, I can't remember who it belongs to or why she was calling to me. How does one wake up this way? In the arms of their mate and his family without the ability to recollect anything other than useless information?

    It had been days since I had woken up and there is nothing, but useless facts about everything and nothing. Why am I able to remember those things, but not who I am or who this Rosalie is? Maybe I had said my own name and it just came out wrong.

    "Hey ready to go?" I looked up at my mate. Dean and his annoying brother.

    "Yeah," I nodded looking at the bed that I woke up in. 

    Dean is amazing. He looked a lot like his dad. His tall build is very predator. He's been trained. His dirty blonde hair and his flat blue eyes make him look a bit boyish. Is he younger than I am? My body, my mind it all reacted to him. Just him. The others don't matter to me. Yet, there's this odd sense about him. Something I can't quite put my finger on.

    The way he moves around is protective. All three of them. Dean is always in front. Reggie, his brother, stands to his left side. Dean seems to try and step over him, but it's obvious that Reggie is stronger. His posture lets me know he's had to fight real battles. While Dean has only had training. Reggie is much older than Dean and I know from the way Reggie and I regard one another, that I am closer to his age than I am to Dean's.

    It's obvious to me that Mr. Dallas isn't Reggie's biological father. Where Dean and Mr. Dallas have blonde hair and blue eyes. Reggie has pitch-black hair, hazel almost golden eyes. His build is much bigger than theirs. Taller, angrier, stronger. Yet, Mr. Dallas treats him just as he treats Dean. What's their story?

    "This is our home," Dean brought me out of my thoughts as he pulled up to a house.

    I looked out of the window. It's a big house. Beautifully built. The soft grey color blends in with all the blue and purple flowers that decorated the outside. Once I was out of the car I went over to the flowers and crouched down to get a better look at them.

    "Lobelia," I whispered.

    "That's right," Dean nodded. "You like them?"

    "They're poisonous to us," I stood up to face him. Why would he have these this way? These things can hurt the pups who have no idea the dangers of these plants.

    "My mother came from Nevada. We train with these so that we can become immune," 

    "That's not something wolves should do," I shook my head. "These flowers exist to remind us that we aren't unstoppable. That we're just as vulnerable as they are,"

    "They?" he asked.

    "Humans," I stated. "We are all equal here. We can kill them call them lesser, but we can be just as weak,"

    "Spoken like a true alpha," Reggie scoffed mockingly.

    I growled at him making him chuckle. He knows just as well as I do that I am unable to challenge him in this state. Dean and his father are unable to challenge him either. He likes reminding the two of them that he's superior. An alpha born male. The worst part is that none of them know he's doing it. His personality is weird like that. He hints at being better and because they know that he is, the brush it off. He pisses me off.

    "Come, let me show you around. Reggie, I think you've overstayed your welcome brother. Go home," Dean dismissed him, as he took my hand.

    He glared at me, his red eyes are shining. That's right Reggie, no matter what you think of me, you have to hold your tongue. This is Dean's territory and no matter how much you try to discredit them, this place isn't his. The sound of his car pulling away brought a smile to my face. f**k him.

    "You shouldn't do that to him," Dean smirked. I smiled at him.

    "He's kind of a prick," I shrugged, looking around the hall.

    "Yeah, but he's my brother and he has the advantage should it come to a challenge. He's experienced,"

    "You're right. I'm sorry. He just... I hate when people are like that you know. They think they're better than everyone else because of who their father is. We're all the same," I stated. 

    "You sound like you've had experience with his type," 

I shrugged. "How would I know. I don't even know what my name is," 

    "I'm going to take a go-kart from my dad's guard. You down come?" 

The way he speaks is funny.

    "So down," I smirked looking over at him. He took my hand and pulled me with him. 

    When our skin makes contact, nothing happens. There's no need to pull him close or to have him pull me closer. I can't deny that there's something there but something else entirely is missing. From what I know about matings, everything about us wants us to be closer. I want to know him. I feel some kind of connection but everything else is just... not there.