Vincent

Eight

^me every morning

Grant POV.

The worst feeling in the world. No.. more than worst. The overall destruction of your life with one emotion.

The love of your life.
Your mate.
Your lover.
Your everything.

Gone.

Maybe not physically, but mentally, all the same.

I'm the mystery man with the scratched face.

She doesn't remember. And I can't talk to her wolf because her neck was burned and there's no way of communicating through the mark.

Once again, my mark has no trace left on her neck.

Its gone, along with her memory.

Unfortunately, she didn't kill Victoria.

She was bleeding and injured, her hunchman, escaping with her limp body seconds after the spell was cast.

It happened so quickly, I couldn't react. One second I was fighting a witch, the next he's gone, looking around I saw Madison on the ground, unconscious.

The blow to her head, made her lose her memory. She has no recolation of anything that happened. Or anyone involved, including me.

"Mnmhm" she groans. I squeeze her hand I'm holding.

I just want her back, her memory back.

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Maddy POV

A soft silk, cotton feeling surrounds me, I groan and sllghtly move, sparks running up my arm from my hand.

I turn my head and open my eyes. Once again the handsome man is staring at me. His eyes watching my soul.

"Who are you?" My voice scratchy.

"You don't remember?" He voice dripping, muscle.

"No."

"I'm .. I. I'm your mate. Grant." Now there's a hint of sadness.

Mate? I tighten my hand in his,the tingles continuing.

"Wh....what happened to you?" I rub my free hand along the cut near his eye.

"There was a battle between the witches and our pack. I got beat up pretty bad, but not as bad as you. I'm sorry . I should have been there to protect you. I should have stayed by you. I-Im so sorry Madison, you have no idea how sorry I am baby." He sobs out

"Hey." I cup his face in my hands.

"Look at me." I whisper, he slowly raises his eyes from the floor and looks straight at me. His stunning eyes red and teared.

"Its okay, everything is gonna be okay. Your my mate and I know that you done what you had to do. Its not your fault for whatever happened." I say sincerely trying to get him to calm down.

"No its all my fault. you can't remember everything that happened because of me."

He pauses.

"Look at you. Your gorgeous face, and arms. All burnt because of me." It took me a second to realize he was talking. He was whispering, his hands softly rubbing my cheek.

He leans in, he's about to kiss me. This man I don't really know but I feel as if I've known him forever, I'm so comfortable around him.
He hesitates and kisses my forehead instead.

I sigh. I slightly wanted him to kiss me.

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