Page 27 of Her Bossy Wolf Protector

I rub soothing circles on her thigh, trying to ground her, remembering how she had been there for me when my own parents died. “I am here for you. I am not leaving. We can get through anything together.”

“Will you tell me what happened?”

I nod, “Yes. Just get some rest, and I’ll tell you everything in the morning.” She has a tear streaking down her cheek, which I lean in and wipe off.

“You’ll stay?”

“Of course, Alyssa.”

After Alyssa drifts back to sleep, I find myself in a restless state, diving into the depths of the internet, scouring for information on amnesia and memory loss. My search moves into the realm of the supernatural, and soon, I’m deep into the night, googling vampires and werewolves. Sleep eludes me, and I become immersed in a world I never imagined could be real.

The next morning arrives too soon, and Alyssa wakes up very early. She seems a bit shaken, so I give her the space she needs, offering comfort in the form of jello, and soon she falls back to sleep.

When the friendly nurse comes in to check Alyssa’s vitals, I seize the opportunity to inquire about her peculiar memory loss.

“How is Alyssa holding up?” the nurse asks, looking genuinely concerned.

“She’s a bit shaken, but physically, she seems okay,” I reply, a knot of worry still lingering in my stomach.

The nurse had been there last night when Alyssa was still lost in sleep, and I had confided in her about the memory loss. After examining Alyssa, I catch her as she prepares to leave the room.

“Can I walk out with you?”

She nods, and we step into the corridor.

I plunge into my questions, seeking reassurance. “Is it normal for a patient to lose her memories like that?”

The nurse smiles and assures me, “It’s not uncommon, especially with the kind of trauma she’s been through. This is part of the healing process. We’ll watch her closely, but give it time.”

Time. The word hangs in the air, and I’m left grappling with the uncertainty surrounding Alyssa’s condition. The hospital corridors echo with the murmur of passing conversations and the rhythmic beeping of machines, creating a disconcerting backdrop to my swirling thoughts.

Returning to Alyssa’s room, I find her awake, looking confused and vulnerable. I offer a small smile.

“How are you feeling?” I ask gently, setting aside the lingering questions about vampires and the supernatural.

Alyssa takes a moment before responding, “I don’t even know where to begin. It’s like I’ve woken up in a different world.”

“Just focus on getting better, hun.”

She shakes her head as she sits up. “No, Jade. Please tell me what is going on. I am scared and tired of being kept in the dark. What happened to me?”

The room is bathed in the soft glow of morning light, and as I sit by her bedside, I brace myself for the conversation ahead.

“Hey,” I start gently, “I found out some things while you were asleep. About what happened.”

Alyssa looks at me, with trepidation in her eyes. “What do you mean?”

I take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “You mentioned that a vampire attacked you.”

Her expression changes, confusion clouding her features. “Vampires? Come on, Jade. Those things don’t exist.”

I expected disbelief, but her outright denial catches me off guard. “Alyssa, I saw the marks on your neck. Two puncture wounds. And you said it too—vampires attacked you.”

She touches her neck as if expecting to feel something there. “Jade, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe it was some kind of dream or hallucination. Vampires? Seriously?”

I lean back, my mind racing to comprehend Alyssa’s response. “But the evidence—”

Alyssa cuts me off, frustrated. “There’s no evidence because it didn’t happen. I appreciate your concern, but this sounds like something out of a movie. I’m not buying it.”

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