Tangled

188 Ava: Mom's Legacy (1)

Two days later. I'm back at Blackwood, with a few changes.

Like Jericho, and an entire security detail under his charge.

And Kellan, who seems like he'd rather eat shards of glass than be in his father's presence.

All the new bodyguards are older wolves, with scars and a grim look in their eyes. Once retired, and brought back for my benefit.

Selene approves of all of them, saying their wolves all reached out to her.

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While these shifters must have a bad opinion of me as well, they don't act like it. They treat me with complete professionalism.

It's odd that they're retired, considering how quickly they've jumped back into their roles. None of them seem old enough to have left active lifestyles behind.

I settle into Lucas' room at the alpha lodge, surprised by how. comfortable it feels despite my last stay being so brief. The familiarity washes over me as I unpack my meager belongings once again.

One of the guards, a grizzled shifter with a head full of gray hair that belies his muscular build, stands sentinel in the corner, while two more keep watch outside the door.

Because Sister Miriam entered my room before, they're

me alone anymore.

It's unnerving, but I swallow the instinctive frustration at my lack of

privacy.

The last time I fought back, people died.

My privacy isn't worth more lives.

You seem at ease here, Selene observes, her voice tinged with curiosity. She lounges on the bed, her icy blue eyes fixed on me as I put my clothes into the dresser.

I pause, considering her words. With the guards already knowing Selene is my wolf (and despite the mild panic I feel at having her secret known by even more people), I'm free to converse with her as I please.

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"I suppose I am. It's strange, isn't it? Considering everything that's happened."

Selene tilts her head. Weren't you comfortable in Lucas' room at Westwood?

The question catches me off guard. I chew on my lower lip, mulling over my response. "No," I admit. "It didn't feel like home there."

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I abandon my unpacking, leaving the rest for later. Right now, Selene needs me.

Settling beside her, the mattress dips under my weight, sliding her furry body against my leg. She doesn't move away, which I take as a good sign.

"What's wrong?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Selene sighs, a sound that echoes through our bond. Too many memories are missing, she confesses. Or they're murky, unclear. But I know they were once vivid. I could recall them with perfect clarity.

I frown, trying to understand. She'd mentioned her missing memories before, but I didn't follow up-too busy in my own head, in my own revelations.

"I don't really get it," I admit, reaching out to stroke her fur. She leans into my touch, and I feel a flicker of comfort through our bond. "How can memories just... disappear?"

I was allowed to keep them, Selene explains, her voice distant, as if she's lost in thought. In exchange for certain vows.

Vows? What kind of vows could a wolf make? And to whom?

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Questions swirl in my mind, but I don't voice them all. Not yet.

Selene is opening up, and I don't want to overwhelm her with my curiosity.

"What kind of vows?" I ask instead, keeping my tone gentle, encouraging.

Selene shifts, her fur brushing against my hand. I can't remember, she admits, frustration lacing her voice. That's the problem. I know I made them, but I can't recall what they were.

Well, that makes things harder. "That must be really unsettling," I murmur. "To know you've forgotten something so important."

It is, Selene agrees. As though there's a hole in my mind. A blank space where those memories should be.

"Do you have any idea what caused it?" I ask, trying to be helpful. "Did something happen to make the memories disappear?"

Selene is silent for a long moment, and I worry that I've pushed too far. But then she speaks, her voice barely a whisper in my mind.

I think it has something to do with you, she admits. With our bond. Me? Our bond? How could I have anything to do with Selene's missing memories?

"What do you mean?" I ask, trying to keep the surprise out of my voice. "Did I do something?"

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I remember flashes of my past life. I remember being given a

choice, and meeting your soul. I remember choosing to come here. And I remember swearing vows in return for my memories. Until I met with you, I remembered them all.

"So you knew everything... until we came together?"

Yes..

"How can you remember knowing, but not remember what you

know?"

I don't know.

It's like going in eircles. No wonder she's been so quiet. "You were always very cryptic from the beginning, so it doesn't feel very different to me."

Her ears perk up at that. Some things are not for you to know, at least not yet.

"Why?"

It is the natural order. I am outside of that order, and so is the knowledge I possess. Otherwise, the balance of this world can fall.

As much sense as that makes, it's just... frustrating. "Are you saying you knew the horrible things that would happen ahead of time?"

Of course not. Her tail flicks against the comforter. I am not all-knowing.