#Chapter 67 – The woman in the red cloak is a Slayer.

Erin’s POV

“No, we aren’t done here,” I protested, rushing to catch up to him. We were in the forest just outside of his pack and I wanted to reach him before he left. “Why don’t you remember anything.”

“There’s nothing to remember,” he muttered; he sounded so disinterested in anything that was going on. He had to be curious as to why he had no memory.

“Are there just gaps of memory loss?” I asked.

He finally stopped walking and growled in my face; it didn’t frighten me. If anything, I grew annoyed with his resistance.

“You are relentless,” he sneered. “Why does this matter to you?”

“Because I think something happened to you. This note isn’t a joke to me, and I saw you leaving it with my own eyes,” I say to him. “Just tell me what you remember last.”

“Gavin,” he muttered. “I remember Gavin.”

He said his name like it was a bad taste on his tongue.

“Alpha Gavin?” I asked, raising my brows. “What do you remember about him?”

“I don’t know. One minute I was walking here and the next he was