Aria My arm is really beginning to ache. I shouldn’t have been the one to torture the prisoner. Not only did I end up hurting myself more, I am not cut out for it. I’m going to be worried about hurting  that man for the rest of my life. I know he deserved it. I know he is the enemy. I know if the circumstances were reversed, he wouldn’t have hesitated to hurt me, yet I am going to be thinking about this for the rest of my life.Which might not be very long depending upon what Wilks has waiting for us.I’m not afraid, though. As I follow Sebastian into the darkness, I believe that we will keep each other safe, and that we will find a way to defeat Wilks and get vengeance for my parents.The stairs are steep, and it is pitch black

Sebastian The doctor has a grave expression on his face, and I feel my stomach twisting in knots. “Mr. Kurts, we’ve done everything we can. Her condition is quite serious. If she makes it through the night, I’ll be surprised. I’m sorry to be the one who has to tell you, but she just lost so much blood. Even if she does make it, her brain was without proper oxygen for quite some time. There’s a chance she’ll… never be the same.”His words wash over me, and I have to struggle to stay focused on the positive. Aria is alive. That’s the most important part. I know that she is a fighter, that she will not go down easily, that she will do everything she can to come back to me. Whether or not she will be the same as she was before is not as important as the fact that she is still alive.

Aria “Werewolves?” I repeat the word this man has just said to me, but I don’t believe it. I begin to wonder if perhaps he has also hit his head. I almost laugh, but he looks so serious. The idea that people could change from human form into wolf form seems like something out of a dream or a movie to me, not reality. Besides, I think, surely I would remember something like that. I don’t remember anything, though, not really. I remember what some things are. I remember that this place is called a hospital, that the man who was in here before is called a doctor, and that his rudeness is referred to as “poor bedside manner.” But I don’t remember being a werewolf, that’s for damn sure. And I don’t remember the man standing at the foot of my bed looking a

Aria After a few days, I am dismissed from the hospital. Dr. Wilson, charming man that he is, says that normally, he would keep a patient who has no memories a bit longer, but in my case, he was fine sending me home. He said it was best if “my kind” took care of me. Since i still think I am his kind, I don’t appreciate this. But I go because I’d rather be anywhere but in the hospital.On the plane ride to Sebastian’s home, I sit next to him but say next to nothing as I stare at the window of the private jet we are on. His parents, who seem like nice enough people, although I’m not crazy about his dad, sit in the row in front of us and also don’t talk. Sebastian tries to get me to speak a few times. I mostly shrug and use one word responses, so he gives up. I know he wants to hold my hand, so when

Aria I feel like a wanton woman, but I want this man, and since we have been together many times, I can’t convince myself that it’s not okay. Trying to keep my hands off of him is like trying to prevent myself from breathing. The longer I try, the more it burns, the greater grows the need.I don’t know if the two of us being together will inspire any memories to fire off within my head, but at the moment, I don’t care. He is kissing me like he loves me, and I believe that maybe he does. He tastes like rain water, and I can’t get enough of the feel of his tongue against mine. He is cautious at first, taking his time, but when I place my mouth on his mark, he knows what I want and that I’m sure that I want it.We waste little time stripping our clothing off as