STARLIGHT PROMISE:"Bound to the Lycan"

CHAPTER 13

ZALE'S POV;

                   
           I returned to my office, my thoughts a storm of emotions. The image of Amora—fragile, terrified, and barely clinging to the remnants of her sanity—was etched into my mind. The weight of responsibility pressed down on me, heavier than anything I had faced before. My Beta, Wilder, trailed behind me, his presence a solid, steady anchor amidst the turmoil of my thoughts. He knew me well enough to recognize when I was lost in contemplation, so he remained silent, allowing me to process everything.

I sank into the leather chair behind my desk, the cool material doing little to soothe the heat of anger and frustration burning inside me. How could things have gotten so out of hand? I was the Alpha, the leader of one of the most powerful packs in existence. I was supposed to protect those under my care, yet here was Amora—my mate—broken and confused, her mind fractured by trauma. The realization that I hadn't been there for her when she needed me most gnawed at my conscience like a relentless beast.

"Alpha?" Wilder's voice pierced through the haze of my thoughts. His tone was measured, respectful, yet tinged with a concern that mirrored my own. "What will we do now about the Luna?"

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, bringing the full weight of the situation crashing down on me. What would we do now? How could I protect her, guide her, when she didn't even remember what had happened to her?

I forced myself to focus, my mind latching onto the one thing that might offer some answers. "Call in the pack doctor," I ordered, my voice low but firm. "I need to ask him some questions. We need more information before we can make any decisions."

Wilder nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Understood, Alpha." He turned on his heel and left the room to carry out my orders, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Minutes passed, each one dragging on like an eternity. My mind was a whirlwind of possibilities, each one more troubling than the last. What could have happened to her that was so horrific her mind chose to erase it? And how could I help her when I didn't even know what we were up against?

The door creaked open, and Wilder returned, the doctor following closely behind him. The pack doctor was an older man, his once-black hair streaked with silver, the lines on his face evidence of years spent tending to the pack's wounds, both physical and mental. He was a man of science, grounded in logic and reason, yet even he looked uneasy as he approached me.

"Alpha," the doctor greeted, bowing respectfully. "The Beta said you wanted to see me. Is something wrong? Is the young lady... is she okay?"

"She's stable," I replied, though the words felt hollow in my mouth. "But there's a problem."

The doctor's expression grew serious, his professional demeanor taking over. "What sort of problem?"

"She doesn't remember what happened," I said, my voice tightening with the weight of the revelation. "She has no memory of how she ended up in that situation. Is there anything you can do to help her recall those lost memories?"

The doctor's brow furrowed, a sign that he was already running through the possible explanations in his mind. "You mean she can't recall anything at all?"

"You heard me," I said, my patience wearing thin. The frustration of the situation was starting to bubble to the surface, threatening to spill over.

"I-I apologize, Alpha," the doctor stammered, clearly sensing my rising irritation. "I just wanted to be sure I understood correctly."

"I'm going to ask you a few questions," I said, trying to keep my temper in check. "I need to understand where the issue lies."

"Of course, Alpha," the doctor responded, his tone carefully measured. "Please go ahead."