Page 18 of Howl For Me
“I have a feeling your mother will be bringing out the family photo albums.” Her father chuckled. He headed into the kitchen.
“Now you see, this is the perfect excuse for me to have taken all those pictures over the years.”
Damara laughed at her parents’ banter as she was pulled into the kitchen by her mother.
She prayed that going over pictures with her parents would help trigger more memories of her past. She was desperate to learn more about herself.
* * *
Gavin pulled his SUV into the driveway of the Jackson’s home. He put it in park and stared at the house. He was still in shock that Damara had returned. He just had to see her again. This morning he’d had a quick meeting with his beta and the enforcers. Tonight was to be the pack run. He would invite Damara and her parents, but first he wanted to take her out this afternoon.
He couldn’t expect for her to come back with no memory and just accept him all over again. That was wistful dreaming and would be too easy. He was always up for a challenge, and winning his mate again was the one challenge he was determined to succeed at.
He exited his truck and jogged up the few steps to their porch. All was quiet on the street. He rang the doorbell and patiently waited.
Irvin answered the door with a smile
“Alpha, how are you?” Irvin held his hand out.
Gavin took the man’s hand in a firm shake.
“I’m well. How is our girl?” Gavin asked, curious how her first night home went.
“She had a small breakthrough,” Irvin exclaimed, stepping out onto the porch.
“Really?” Gavin grew hopeful that she would eventually get her memory back.
“She had a memory from her childhood of dancing with me as a little girl. It was always something we did on the weekends to goof off. She said the music I was playing this morning brought the memory forward.”
“There’s a chance that she would remember everything before the plane crash,” Gavin murmured.
“That’s the one thing Idon’twant her to remember. I know we can’t pick and choose what memories she would have, but if I can protect my baby girl, it would be to block the horrific memory of the plan crash and losing her best friends.”
“I agree,” Gavin breathed.
“Come on in. The girls are out on the patio going through the millions of photos my wife has taken over the years.” Irvin waved Gavin into the house.
He walked through the familiar home. He followed the older wolf toward the back of the home. They stepped out the double doors, and what he saw took his breath away.
Damara was relaxed with a smile plastered on her lips. This was the Damara he had always known. While he may have been the grumpy one, she was the one who always lit up the room. Everyone, human or shifter, tended to gravitate toward her. She was normally a bubbly person who was infectious.
“Gavin.” Her face lit up even more as her eyes met his.
“Mrs. Jackson, Damara—Brianna,”
“It’s Damara,” she announced softly, cutting him off.
He nodded without question. Brianna was a pretty name, but it wasn’t her. Damara had been the woman he had fallen in love with.
“Hello, Alpha,” Elizabeth greeted him with a small smile.
“Come, sit next to me.” Damara patted the seat beside to her.
His wolf, pleased she wanted him beside her, pushed him forward faster. He chuckled at his animal. It had been a while since it had gotten excited over something so simple.
“What have we got there?” He motioned to the photo album on her lap.
“My mother has some pictures of us. She said she took them around the time we first met,” Damara said, scooting closer to him.
