HUNTER

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RAPHAEL

Having to be dragged out of the room by Luke and Lexi isn't how I had expected this whole thing to go.

"You can't kill your mate!" Lexi yells once we are inside the confinement of my office.

A warning growl erupts from my throat which quickly shuts her up. I know she speaks the truth but she has no right to yell at me.

"I wasn't going to," I say, "you were." I point a finger at Luke.

"Unbelievable," Luke says. "You don't remember your threatening growl when Lexi took a step closer to the girl—"

"She has a name!"

"Oh my!" Lexi exclaims.

"I think you need more time to get your head straight." Luke says. "I know I would if I was in your shoes."

He and Lexi share a nod before walking together towards the door.

"No!" I yell and they stop in their tracks. "There's nothing to get." I lie.

Letting out a loud breath, I ask. "Do you think she's telling the truth?"

"As much as I wish she wasn't, she is." Lexi answers.

"She doesn't remember." Luke adds in.

Staring wide eyed at Luke with disbelief, I nervously rub my neck with my palm. My chest feels a lot lighter after his revelation, a tiny bit of hope tries to crawl it's way in but I smash it before it does.

"She had amnesia after the accident." He continues."We ran a check on her medical records while you were having your uhm... Episode?"

I ignore his last statement and slowly nod my head on hearing his words.

"So she doesn't remember me or what happened the night of the accident?" I ask again to be sure.

"No."

"That's good."

Luke's eyebrows quirks up. 

"It's better we leave it that way. As long as she doesn't remember everything would be fine."

"For who?" He questions.

A low but dangerous growl escapes my throat. As the alpha of blue moon pack, respect is mandatory for all my pack members towards me.
Best friend or not, beta or rogue.

Luke bows his head lowly in submission. He knows better than to question me.

I understand his hatred for the Monroe girl, no one hates the Monroe's more than I do. But we need her alive. I need her alive.

"Should I send for Mara?" He asks. Head still bent low.

"Yes. Send for the young witch, we need to clean up this mess."

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"You want me to perform a memory spell?"

"Yes."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"It's like wiping her out of existence," she says, "it's dangerous."

"So?" I question.

Turning to face Luke hands on her hip, Mara looks frustrated. The young witch in training that I had befriended in high school, looks anything but calm and nice like she did when we first met.

"Are you sure she's his mate?" She questions.

"Positive. Their eyes glowed red when he was at an arm reach from her." He replies.