Page 50 of Lost Mate

Dylan raised his head. “Is there a problem?”

“This is the strangest case I’ve come across,” the doc admitted. “You have nothing wrong with you. You haven’t been in an accident. You haven’t suffered a brain injury, your skull is fine too.”

Dylan stiffened. “I’m not faking the amnesia.”

“I know you’re not. The ancestors know you’re not. We can feel the emptiness in your head.”

“Was he drugged?” Ross asked.

“No. I’m trained to sense drugs that have been in a wolf’s blood going back years because we’re so sensitive to being drugged.”

“You’re a wolf sniffer dog,” Ross said.

The doc glared at him. “Like I haven’t heard that before.”

Ross yelped as Dylan elbowed him in the ribs. “What did you do that for?”

He received a scowl from his mate. “You’ve got to quit calling wolf shifters like me a dog.”

Ross raised Dylan’s hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. “No more dog jokes.”

“Does that apply to me?” the doc said.

“I’ll think about it.”

“But it doesn’t prove to Eli I’m not a traitor,” Dylan said.

The doc gave a satisfied smile. “The ancestors threw us a bone. They have a message for Eli.”

“I’ll fetch him,” Joe Senior said, the first time he’d spoken since the doc had started work and disappeared out of the door.

“If he’ll listen,” Dylan muttered.

The doc shrugged. “That’s down to him.”

Dylan sighed.

A few minutes later Eli appeared with Milo and Niles, and Joe and Cal, on his heels. He looked expectantly at the doc.

“What did you find out?”

“I think what was done to him has a supernatural element.”

Eli’s dark brows knit across his nose. “What do you mean?”

The doc turned to Dylan who shrugged. “You may as well tell him.”

“The amnesia is not physical or mental. Dylan wasn’t in an accident or drugged. He’s a perfectly healthy shifter, if a little underweight.”

“You mean he’s faking the amnesia.”

“I’m not faking it,” Dylan snarled.

The doc threw his hands up. “Do humans ever listen? Something has wiped his mind.”

“Like what?” Eli demanded.

“Could be a spell.”

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