Blessed By The Moon

Chapter 21

Back to the normal timeline.

Skye's pov:

The world had turned cold and sharp, each detail cutting into me like a blade, but my mother's arms around me were soft—a kind of softness I didn't remember but instinctively trusted. Her body trembled with silent sobs, her shoulders quaking, her tears soaking into my shirt. 

She clung to me with a desperation I should've felt but didn't. My heart felt like a foreign object, silent and indifferent. I searched for some spark of recognition, something to pull me back—a glimmer of warmth, the pull of memory, anything to break the numbness. But there was nothing. Just the hollowness, a sense that I was watching from behind glass.

I knew the woman holding me was my mother; that much was clear in a way I couldn't explain. I could feel her fragility, the weight of years and pain leaning on me, the way her voice broke as she whispered my name, almost pleading. But it was like touching a shadow. Her tears fell silently, and though I couldn't see them.

Carefully, I eased her back. I didn't know if I'd ever been a hugger, but I knew with cold certainty that I wasn't one now.

Behind her, Alpha Elijah stood, his expression taut with restrained emotion. He looked like a man forced to hold himself together by sheer will. His voice was thick, trembling with barely restrained grief. "May?" he asked, his tone so gentle it hurt, his eyes searching mine. I could feel him studying me, trying to read me, and I noticed we almost shared the same height. But I wasn't as tall as him. 

The weight of his gaze settled heavy on my shoulders, an unspoken connection I couldn't escape.

My mother, still staring at me with wide, searching eyes, whispered "May?"

I looked down, twisting my fingers together, feeling the weight of the silence. "I'm really sorry. I feel like I should know you both—like I should remember everything. But... I don't. I can't."

Mom's face fell, her eyes widening with confusion and hurt. "What do you mean you don't remember?" Her voice was soft, almost as if she were afraid to say the words. "May, I don't... I don't understand." She looked over at Dad, searching his face as if he might have an answer.

He shifted beside her, his jaw clenched, his eyes studying me closely. "You don't remember us at all?" he asked, his voice rough, filled with a pain he was struggling to hide.

I shook my head, feeling like I'd torn something precious. "I don't remember anything or anyone up until a few months ago... there's nothing. No memories, no feelings I can recognize." I glanced at him, trying to explain the emptiness that felt so wrong. "It's like I'm looking at strangers, and I know I shouldn't be."

Dad nodded, his face still tense, but his voice softened. "We'll figure this out. However long it takes, we're here. And we're not going anywhere."

His words wrapped around me like a blanket, warm and steady. And even though the memories weren't there, for the first time, I felt a spark of belonging.

Mom reached out, taking my hand in hers. Her touch was warm, grounding, even though I couldn't remember it "Memory loss... that's not possible." She seemed to pull herself together, muttering almost feverishly. "We heal. Every werewolf knows that... no injury leaves a mark. It has to be... a memory block potion."

Though her face was foreign, her presence was oddly comforting, like a hazy memory of a safe place. I felt grounded, in a strange way, just knowing she was there. It didn't matter that I couldn't remember her face; somehow, it was enough to feel her closeness.