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“About a year ago, when I was”—I take a steady breath—“when I … crossed paths with two werewolves who were imprisoned in the Common Realm.”
Jules’ fingernails dig into my waist as he growls out, “Who were these werewolves?”
I flinch, leaning away from the rage filtering off him. “I don’t know their names.” My voice is off-pitch as I battle to keep the memories of that day buried. “I just know that they thought my name was Elora, and it’s not.”
Hesitancy etches into Legend’s face as I grow quiet.
Please don’t say anything, my eyes plead with him.You promised.
Legend presses his lips together and doesn’t utter a word.
“What is your full name?” Jules asks, a little calmer now.
“Most people just call me Lake. But my full name is Elle Laikyn. I think Laikyn is a middle name, but the police used it as my last name because I couldn’t remember mine …” I trail off as Jules’ chest heaves, his breathing quickening.
Shade and Rune let out a startled string of curses.
“What is it?” I ask, though I’m not certain I want to hear the answer.
Jules holds me firmly. “The first name of the mother of the wolf our pack lost was Elle Laikyn.”
CHAPTER7
Ialmost forget how to breathe. “But my name’s not Elora,” I point out in desperation. “That much I remember.” Then why do I have this Elora’s mother’s name for my full name?
“A wolf’s full name contains their own and both their parents’ and grandparents’,” Jules explains. “I’m guessing you probably just couldn’t remember your entire name because of your memory loss.”
“No, I’m not this Elora. I’m not a wolf.” But I’m pretty sure I’m trying to live in the Land of Denial. “Just because my name contains a part of her mother’s name doesn’t mean anything. It could be just a freakish coincidence.”
“That’s not likely,” Jules says cautiously. “Wolves’ names are very unique.”
“But I don’t have a scent,” I try again.Please don’t let this be true.
“Yeah, I know.” He nibbles on one of his lip rings as he considers something. “We can find out for sure if you are Elora.” He releases my waist to remove his rings. By the time he sets them down on the table, the burn wounds on his fingers have completely healed. Summoning a breath, he cups my face with his shaky hands. “Do you have any strange markings on your body anywhere?”
When his gaze zeroes in on my temple, my breath hitches in my throat. My hair is covering my birthmark, but he acts as if he knows it’s hidden beneath the strands.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He carries my gaze as he lifts his fingers toward the top of my face. “I just want to see something.” He traces a path along my hairline, brushing strands of my hair back. Once my birthmark is on full display, his body begins to tremble. “I don’t … I can’t …” He closes his eyes, his chest heaving with his ragged breaths.
Soft intakes of breaths fill the air. I peer around the table and find Shade and Rune gaping at me in shock.
What the shit is going on? Who is this Elora to them?
I turn back to Jules, preparing to ask questions, but the words die on my tongue as his eyelids pop open and his eyes brighten to a vibrant shade of violet.
Like in my dream.
“What’s going on—”
He crashes his lips to mine, kissing me so fiercely I swear his lips brand my soul. Just like they did in my dream. Only, this time I’m very awake and very aware that a werewolf is kissing me. And while the kiss feels absolutely amazing, like moonlight and violets and soul connecting magic, I know I shouldn’t be kissing him.
I start to pull away, when he lets out a whimpering groan, his lips chasing mine.
When our lips reconnect, he devours me, tangling his tongue with mine. My head becomes foggy with lust, and I start to fall into the kiss, allowing his hands to travel up and down my sides, somehow forgetting the last time a werewolf touched me like this—
I jerk back and shove my hands against his chest. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
His eyelids flutter open, the violet in his eyes dimming. He blinks a few times, staring at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. Then his lips magnetize right back toward me.
