How could I have forgotten, even for a moment? Lucas has lost everything—his memories, his sense of self, even his wolf. And here he is, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, hearing whispers of betrayals by his own pack.


    The pack he can''t remember. Can''t hear.


    My heart aches. How terrifying and isolating it must be, to wake up in a place you don''t recognize, with people claiming to know you, to care for you, when you can''t remember a single thing. The vulnerability, the constant state of wariness—it must have been exhausting.


    I glance at Lucas, really seeing him now. The slight furrow between his brows, the tightness around his eyes, the way his muscles are coiled. He holds tension in every fiber of his body, carrying this burden alone, while I''ve been too caught up in my own emotions to understand what he''s going through.


    No wonder he didn''t react well to me coming around and telling him all about how we''re mates.


    It''s just noise at that point, isn''t it?


    I reach out, gently tapping his arm to get his attention. When he turns those intense golden eyes on me, I lean in close, my lips nearly brushing his ear as I whisper, "Vanessa can be trusted. I trust her with my life."


    I feel the change in him almost immediately. The tension in his muscles eases, just a fraction, but it''s there. He doesn''t relax completely—I doubt he''s capable of that right now—but there''s a subtle shift in his demeanor.


    Vanessa''s eyes widen slightly, and I know she''s sensed the change too. Her gaze flicks between us.


    "How are you feeling, Lucas?" Vanessa asks, her voice gentle and professional. "Any lingering pain or discomfort?"


    Lucas shakes his head. "No pain. Fever''s gone." His voice is gruff, but not cold.


    She glances toward me. "The fever came from the proximity to your mate''s heat. Now that the mating mark has been applied, it shouldn''t be quite so extreme. We did evacuate all unmated males once we realized her heat was approaching..."


    Evacuate. Wow. It makes me sound like a natural disaster.


    Though, thinking of how my heat had affected even Clayton... Okay. I get it.


    "Thanks, Vanessa. Would have been nice to get a heads-up, though."


    She hesitates. "A heads-up... on your own heat, Luna?"


    For the first time, the title almost feels like it fits. Maybe it''s the mating mark on my neck.


    But her question itself makes me snap my mouth closed. How am I supposed to admit that I didn''t realize my heat was coming up again? I should have been on high alert, knowing that we didn''t have suppressants around any longer.


    His concern for my safety warms my heart, but I can''t help feeling a surge of determination. His pack needs stability, needs to see strength in its leadership. And if I can provide that, even in some small way, isn''t it my duty to do so?


    Before Lucas can continue his objections, I squeeze his hand again and turn to Vanessa. "I think it''s a great idea," I say, my voice stronger than I expected.


    I''d spent so long avoiding responsibility. Putting my position in the pack in the hands of its members, wanting them to approve of me, to want me as their Luna.


    There''s no time for that anymore.


    I need to keep my mate safe.


    Lucas stiffens beside me, clearly caught off guard by my quick agreement. I can almost feel the protest forming on his lips, but I slide off the bed and out of his arms.


    Standing on my own two feet seems a little silly, but I need him to understand. I don''t want to be protected any longer. I want to be the one saving him. Saving all of them.


    Somehow.


    "Lucas," I say softly, turning to face him. His eyes meet mine, a storm of emotions swirling in their golden depths. "I''m ready to step up. For you and for the pack. You''ve been waiting for this, even if you don''t remember it."


    The words hang between us, heavy with meaning. I see the conflict in his expression—the desire to protect me warring with the understanding of what the pack needs. The pack he doesn''t remember.


    His ties to these strange wolves is almost nonexistent, but his identity as an alpha is bone-deep. He must understand what it means.


    This isn''t just about us anymore. It''s about the entire Westwood Pack, a community that''s been through hell and back. They need hope, need to see that their leaders are united and strong. And if I can provide even a fraction of that strength, I have to try. At least until Lucas is whole again.


    "Are you sure about this?" Lucas asks, sounding torn.


    I nod, offering him a small smile. "I am. We''re in this together. You''ve been my strength. Now it''s time for me to help you."


    Even if he doesn''t know everything happening, I know he''s aware. He knows his wolf is missing. He understands life as a wolf shifter. An alpha without a wolf is vulnerable.


    I can see that understanding in his eyes, feel it in the bond between us.


    The tension in his shoulders eases slightly, and I feel a wave of relief wash over me.


    "Alright," he says finally, turning back to Vanessa. "We''ll do it. But I want every possible precaution taken. Ava''s safety is paramount." The way the orders slip out of him is so reminiscent of the past.


    Vanessa nods, a hint of approval in her eyes. "Of course, Alpha. We''ll make all necessary arrangements."