Memories

Grace/Allison POV



I must have dozed off after my conversation with Summer. I woke up to a throbbing head and aching body. I was cold, hungry and distressed. As if to prove my point, my stomach let out a loud growling sound.

I rubbed my eyes to clear the sleep out of them. I can see clearly in here today, as if a light is on, but I don't see any lights around.

Maybe the drug they gave me is wearing off and my senses are coming back. That same strong rust smell hit my senses. I turned to look and jumped up at what I saw. I had fallen asleep in a pool of blood. Who's blood? I checked over my body quickly, it was sore from sleeping on the concrete floor, but I had no injuries as far as I could tell.

I also noticed how I was able to jump up without a problem. Maybe that was just a burst of adrenaline?

I started walking around to look for a way to escape, now that I could see clearly, I noticed I was in a cell with large metal bars.

I walked closer to the cell door to see if maybe I could find something to pick the lock with, but there was no sign of a knob or lock anywhere. That's weird. How did they get me in here? All I could see was a short hallway to my left, with a big steel door at the end. No windows. A small vent was above my head, but nothing I could squeeze through. It was the size of a book.

Allison, can you hear me?

What the hell, where did that come from? I spun each way, but saw nothing other than the concrete floor and concrete walls. There was no one outside of the cell. What does the voice mean, Allison? Was there someone else that was kidnapped with me?

"Hello, is anyone there?" I was met with silence. Wait, was Summer behind this again, messing with my brain?

"Summer, this isn't funny. Just let go, I've never done anything to you or Dean." Silence again.

Allison, it's me, your wolf Aspen. I'm in your head. Nobody is messing with you right now, I promise.

"What do you mean my wolf, why do you keep calling me Allison? My name is Grace," I said aloud.

Allison please, you need to communicate with me in your head, we probably don't have much time before she realizes you got me back. I'll explain everything when we get out of here.

Still skeptical, I replied out-loud again, "How do I know I can trust you and that this isn't another trick?"

Please, don't you find it odd that you have no memories of your childhood, your life before college, your friendship with Summer? You magically woke up best friends with someone you don't even know.

I thought about what she said. It is true my earliest memory was the day I woke up for college.

I decided to try and respond in my head this time, not really sure how it worked.

I lose my memory constantly because of my disease. If you knew me you would know about my disease. I literally take pills for it every day.

You don't have a disease, Allison. Have you puked since you've been here? No. Those pills were silver and wolfsbane, they were used to weaken you and keep me sleeping. She needed you weak to play with your mind. We don't have a lot of time to waste, but I need you to trust me. So I will do my best to heal your memories and help you remember who you truly are.



Flashback

I was walking around a house I didn't recognize. I wanted to explore but I had no control over my body, it's like I was just watching through my eyes everything I was doing with no real control. It was a beautiful home, with large log pillars, and a very rustic style. I watched as I made a coffee for myself. I then walked down a hallway, coffee in hand, through large, stained glass French doors. Upon entering, I saw giant oak bookshelves along the walls, filled with books from top to bottom.

I walked to one of the shelves and plucked a book with bindings that looked worn as if someone had read it a thousand times.

I carried my book and coffee back through the French doors and made my way back down the hallway the way I came.

I made my way towards the front door and exited. I started heading to a large oak tree. It was a beautiful spot. I sat down and started reading. A few minutes had gone by and then I heard someone approaching, so I looked up from my book.

Holy shit. The sexiest man ever was standing in front of me, staring at me with gorgeous hazel eyes. They were magnificent and filled with lust? Desire? It was a stare that was making my panties wet with anticipation. I don't why I was so drawn to him, but I wanted him to take me here and now under this tree, I didn't care who saw. His tall, muscular figure loomed over me, and those gray sweats left nothing to the imagination. The man was packing and I wanted to discover every inch of him. His dirty blonde hair, damn I just wanted to run my fingers through it.



Damon disappeared and I found myself back in my cell. Wait, Damon? Oh my god, I gasped as I remembered. I saw memories of us playing together as kids. Memories of us going to school together, we were always so close. Playing together in our wolf form, His was Apollo, a beautiful black wolf with black eyes. Massive next to my small brown wolf, Aspen, she had green eyes to match my own. I had the biggest crush on him, but as we got older he was always too busy with training. He was my first kiss, hell my only kiss. I suddenly remembered that moment. We were 17, walking back to the pack house after a run, sweating and laughing. It was dark, but with our enhanced sight we could see each other perfectly. The moon illuminated his perfectly chiseled face. His full pink lips, sun-kissed skin. His tousled hair and piercing hazel eyes. His body was full of muscles, he was shirtless, wearing those damn gray sweats, I felt heat pool in between my legs as the sight of him had me wanting more. He stopped and caught me staring at him, his bright eyes started to darken, as I blushed and tried to look away, embarrassed, realizing he could probably smell my arousal. I was about to continue walking when he wrapped a large muscled arm around me, pulling me flush against his skin. He used his other hand, and tipped my chin up to look him in the eyes. I felt his bulge growing against my stomach. We stood like that, staring at each other for what felt like hours. Finally, he broke the silence with his deep, baritone voice,"Ali." Was all he said, the nickname sent butterflies coursing through my body.

"Damon?" I replied in a quiet voice.

"I shouldn't do this, but I need to taste you just once. I've waited so long. It's selfish but f*ck it."

"Damon, what're you...." Before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed my face with both of his hands and dipped down to meet my lips, I had never felt this amazing before. Soft, gentle sparks went along my lips where he kissed, I tilted my head to the side as he swiped his tongue along my bottom lip, as if silently asking to enter. I parted my lips, allowing his tongue access. Our tongues dance together to a beautiful harmony. My arms reached up and played with his hair as his hands dipped to my lower back. Everything about this felt so right. He kissed me with such delicacy, like I was the most fragile thing in the world. But it also had a hidden passion behind it, as if he wanted to do that forever. He had pulled away and we locked eyes. I instantly missed the feeling that his closeness brought. He then turned and walked away. I touched my lips. I had never been more confused. He wanted me one moment and the next he was walking away. Leaving me there with my thoughts. That was around the time we started to grow apart. Was I really that bad of a kisser?

More memories flooded me, my parents, oh my goddess. My parents, I remember the fire. Summer had started it. She tried taking me but my mom and dad came to my defense. She used some kind of magic to behead my father and then drove a sword through my mother. I remember watching my parents collapse to the ground. I started sobbing violently as the memory of their death had returned.

I collapsed back onto the concrete floor, I wanted to scream, I wanted to kill Summer for the pain she caused us. I held my knees close to my chest, shaking as the sadness took over. I felt exhausted from the information overload. I welcomed the darkness with open arms, hoping that some sleep could help heal these wounds.

A:N/Hello lovely readers, what do you think so far?? Unknown POV was finally revealed as Damon <3 I wanted to keep his name a secret until Allison got her memories back.