About To Be Known [Book 3]

Everyone Forgot...Except The Hybrid

Notes:

Okay, this is the last chapter for today. I started writing the next chapter as well but I didn't finish it so I'm not going to post it today probably.

<><><>

/

Klaus POV:

"Wait, so you're telling me you have no idea whose Stiles is, and all you can remember is that you recently got your memories back after we did the whole claw in your neck thing, and all you can remember is that you have a child that your sister made you forget about and you forgot about your friend and lover who is dead," I ask.

"Yes. I'm pretty sure our relationship is also very business-related, and you normally don't care this much. what's going on exactly?" Peter asked, looking completely confused about why I even seemed to care about him.

"What was Stiles doing?" I asked.

"I don't know a Stiles!" Peter argued back but seemed confused.

"I don't know......I can't remember......did someone mess with my memories...again....why.........?" Peter asked sadly.

I paused; he wasn't lying; he truly did not know anything.

Well, that was....troubling. Hmmm.

What to do.

Lydia POV:

There's definitely something wrong with my memory.

It's like I remember bits and pieces of the past few months, but there's just something really important missing from it. For the life of me, I cannot remember, though. But I feel like it's very important to remember, yet I just can't.

Were the Ghost Riders monsters that could mess with your memory? I don't remember.

Well, isn't that the problem? Hmm.....

Besides forgetting things, I noticed some weird things that are just out of place in my life. I walked into my mom's house, which I felt like I hadn't been in forever, but that couldn't be the case cause where else would I be?

But besides that feeling, there was some luggage there that my mom didn't know where it came from, and I didn't know where it came from. My mom was going to just toss it, but I didn't want to. I told her that I thought it was a friend of mine and that I should keep it until they come back. But I honestly couldn't tell you who owned any of this luggage. It definitely belongs to 3 guys but 'who?' I couldn't tell you.

One particular bag of luggage seemed so familiar. Like the clothes in it just seemed so nostalgic, but I couldn't tell you why.

This was all really messing with my brain because I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't explain why.

After searching through all the luggage and finding absolutely nothing useful except that whoever owned the other luggage's were older by the stuff they carried, and one luggage was full of weird shit, but I honestly couldn't tell you who owned it, like who carries a kimono as casual wear. And what we're all these little bottles of liquid. They looked clearly not natural, and I clearly did not want to mess with any of them.

So after that, I left the luggage's alone and just stored them in my closet, hoping that I would remember something at some point.

After going through my room to find out some clues about why I don't remember anything it seems like my room was just stagnant from some point to now. Like it seemed like I was using my room very regularly, and then I just dropped everything and stopped. But I couldn't tell you why.