The Bite That Saved Me: I'm His Lost Luna

Chapter X: The Confusion

I felt so at ease in that place, I lost track of the hours entirely. Even the pain from earlier seemed to fade the longer I stayed, like the house itself had some quiet way of pulling it out of me. We talked for hours, easy and unhurried, and before I knew it, night had already fallen outside.

When I told her I had to leave, sadness crossed her eyes.

"Please, come back whenever you're free." Her voice was soft, her smile genuine. "My house is always open to you."

"I'll remember that." I smiled, pulled her into a hug, and made myself leave before I could change my mind.

The hurt came rushing back the moment I stepped outside—broken, aching, exactly where I'd left it. But somehow, I already knew.

I would come back.

Amy's POV

I watched him leave.

Part of me wanted to run after him—to confront him, demand to know who he really was, why he'd been there that night, what his intentions had been. But the dream still hadn't given me anything solid to hold onto, no matter how many times I turned it over in my mind. I didn't even know for certain it was him. How many wolves could carry that exact same aura, after all?

But the dream had given me one thing I no longer doubted. I was that little girl.

My golden eyes, my golden hair—they matched hers exactly. And the necklace. I'd seen it in the dream, worn around my own small neck, and I'd seen his hand reach for it, that fragment flashing bright before fading again, gone before I could tell what happened next—whether he'd truly touched it, or what came before, or after.

Who is he, really? What connects us? And why do I carry this golden light inside me at all?

Am I even human? Am I a wolf too? This healing power—where does it come from? What am I?

If he really is the boy from ten years ago, I have to know why he tried to kill me. I can't die not knowing everything.

I'll find the truth myself. I won't let him find me first.

I was still lost in all of it, still tangled in questions with no answers, when Grandma's voice broke through.

"Amy!" She was searching for me.

"Grandma, I'm here!" I called back.

She found me holding the necklace, still turning it over in my hands. "Did you remember something?"

"I'm certain now, Grandma." My voice trembled. "I'm Amelie. I'm the little girl in the princess dress from my dream."

My family. The thought hit me like a blow. What happened to them?

The ache crashed into my chest all at once—the thought that somewhere, for ten long years, my family might have been searching for me, grieving me, hurting exactly the way I'd been hurting without even knowing why. Ten years apart. Ten years lost. And maybe all because of one boy who'd tried to end my life before it had barely begun.

Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them.

Grandma's smile was gentle, sad at the edges. "Don't force it, Amy. It will all come back to you, in time." She reached for my hand. "And your power—it will lead you back to your family."

Sadness crossed her eyes as she said it, quiet and knowing, like she already understood something I didn't yet.

Haugen's POV

"Alpha Haugen." My Beta approached and dropped to one knee before me.

"Rise, Conrad." I commanded.

"Alpha—" Conrad's voice wavered, fear plain in his eyes.

"I believe your niece is alive."

"What?" The word tore out of me before I could stop it. "Henry's successor? That's not possible." Confusion crashed through my mind, one thought colliding into the next. "I killed her myself. In that forest. Before the ambush ever happened."

"We saw a woman, Alpha. Golden hair, just like hers. Eyes blazing gold, exactly as I remember them. I couldn't have mistaken her for anyone else."

"Where?" My fury sharpened with every word. "How can you be so certain it's her?"

"We raided a small village on the northern edge of Vanderbilt territory—meant only to frighten them, then leave. But Alpha Wyatt was there. He fought to protect every one of them."

"No." Rage ignited in my chest, hot and immediate. "That's impossible. Wyatt has never set foot in that territory—he doesn't even know it exists. He cannot have been there."

"And yet he was, Alpha. I saw him with my own eyes." Conrad hesitated before continuing. "That's when I saw the girl too."

"Then tell me. Exactly what did you see?"

"Before we fled, Alpha Wyatt's strength was failing. And then—her aura. Gold, dazzling, pouring into him the moment she reached him. Her eyes burned brighter than I'd ever seen, and their auras merged. Like a blue sun wrapped in gold flame, protecting him. Ordinary eyes wouldn't have caught it. But I saw it. I witnessed their union."

I went still.

Only fated mates can produce a union flame like that.

"That's not possible." My voice dropped low, dangerous. "Wyatt and Amelie have never met. They don't even know each other's names. A bond like that only forms between mates who've already recognized each other—who've already bonded. They've never even stood in the same room."

"This cannot be happening." Rage and confusion tangled together until I could barely think straight. "If they've already met—if they've already bonded, even once—then nothing on this earth can stop them from recognizing each other now."

"Vanish." I snapped the word at Conrad before he could see just how far my fury had risen. "Now."