"Yes, you do," Greta spoke from the front door. "You have a mate. Thank the Goddess you remember. We need to find a way to get her back."
"I don't understand," he replied, a distant look in his eyes as if he were stuck, wheels spinning in his mind trying to retrieve the memories of her. "I can scent her," his lips quirked up into the beginning of a smile. "But… there is nothing in my memories of her. She actually exists? Are you serious?"
"Yes," Greta chuckled, her eyes watering as she walked forward to grab his face between her hands. "You have a beautiful, wonderful, kind and generous mate who is the Luna of this pack, brother. I assure you. It is no lie. Everyone here can attest to it."
"Luna?" he repeated, his eyes growing larger. "What do you mean by that?"
