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Eli didn’t stop walking.
Even after leaving him behind, even after convincing himself it was just a weird encounter… his chest refused to settle.
Something felt wrong.
No,
Not wrong.
Unfamiliar.
Like a memory he couldn’t reach… no matter how hard he tried.
He tightened his grip on his bag as he moved faster down the dim street, trying to ignore the lingering feeling crawling under his skin.
Those eyes.
Why did they look at him like that?
Not like a stranger.
Not even like someone familiar.
But like someone who had lost everything… and just found it again.
Eli shook his head.
“Get it together,” he muttered under his breath.
It didn’t make sense.
None of it did.
And yet,
His steps slowly came to a halt.
A strange warmth brushed against his chest.
Soft.
Faint.
But there.
“…What is this?” he whispered, pressing a hand lightly against his heart.
It felt like…
A pull.
From the shadows across the street, Kael watched him.
Unmoving.
Silent.
His golden eyes never left Eli’s figure, even as people passed between them.
He could feel it.
The bond.
Weak… fragile… but still alive.
Which meant one thing.
This wasn’t natural.
Something or someone had taken Eli’s memories.
His jaw tightened, a low growl threatening to rise in his chest.
“Who did this to you…” he murmured darkly.
Eli suddenly turned.
For a split second, their eyes met again.
And Kael saw it.
A flicker.
Gone as quickly as it came
But it was there.
Recognition.
His wolf surged forward, restless, desperate.
He almost stepped out.
Almost called his name again.
But he stopped himself.
No.
Not like this.
If Eli didn’t remember him…
Forcing it would only push him away.
Kael exhaled slowly, forcing his emotions back under control.
“Then I’ll do it your way,” he said quietly.
His gaze softened, just slightly.
“I’ll make you remember.”
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Eli frowned, glancing around.
“…Weird,” he muttered.
For a second, he could’ve sworn someone was watching him.
Not in a scary way.
But in a way that felt…
Protective.
Familiar.
Safe.
He hesitated… then shook his head again and kept walking.
Completely unaware
That not far behind him…
A shadow followed.
Not to harm him.
But to guard him.
No matter the cost.
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