The Lost Werewolf's Mate

Her wolf

The she-wolf took in her surroundings while she stretched. It was good to be out of those restraints. The room looked like a hospital or medical space, but this was no ordinary hospital. The walls were made of cold stone, with no natural light. It felt like she was in a basement of some sort. Fortunately, the room was well-lit.

The she-wolf’s heart raced as she tried to remember how she got here, why she was running in the woods and how she lost consciousness. But the memories eluded her, leaving her feeling lost and confused.

She felt a familiar presence in her mind. She smiled to herself as she heard a voice that was not hers. The voice that kept her company for the past few days. She listened to her wolf.

“Hi there, stranger,” the wolf said. “Nice of you to wake up.”

“I’m fed up with being held captive like this,” the she-wolf complained. “Why is this pack keeping me prisoner? What have I done to deserve this? Am I a monster?” she asked, obviously pained.

“I don’t know more than you why they are keeping us here,” her wolf replied. “But we will get out of here. Together. The Alpha that visited us seemed trustworthy and genuinely concerned for us. He got the restraints off without us even asking. I know it’s not much to go on, but it is something.”

The she-wolf nodded and smiled. Despite dissatisfaction with her situation, the she-wolf didn't feel justified in seeking retribution. She might deserve this treatment. She didn’t know.

“Wolf, was I running away from this pack? Did I do something bad to them?”

“Calm down, missy,” her wolf said. “We can talk through this. I won’t have all the answers, but we can get through anything together. I am sure of that. If you were running away from them, they would know you.”

“That’s true,” mused the she-wolf. Then she nodded, feeling a sense of determination and courage.

“Can you tell me anything about myself and how I got here?” The she-wolf asked her wolf.

“It’s complicated,” the wolf replied. The she-wolf settled back in her bed as comfortably as she could. The wolf continued, “I have some memories, of us, of you.” she paused. “But they are very blurry, and it is difficult for me to distinguish what was real from what my mind is contributing to fill in the voids. Does this make sense to you?”

The she-wolf thought for a minute, “It does. I have that too. I’m so frustrated, I can almost feel the memories at the limit of my consciousness, but I cannot get to them.” She sighed loudly.

The door to her room opened, and a guard brought her some breakfast. It comprised a bowl of steaming hot oatmeal with a honey dollop and a cinnamon sprinkle. Next to the bowl of oatmeal was a plate of freshly baked bread, still warm from the oven. The bread was crusty on the outside and soft on the inside. A cup of hot tea was served with her breakfast. The tea was fragrant and comforting, with a hint of bergamot and a touch of honey. The steam rose from the cup, providing a soothing aroma to the otherwise dank and musty dungeon.

“Thank you,” she offered shyly to the guard. He was handsome, with blond hair and green eyes, although brooding all the time. All the men that she’d seen were ruggedly handsome. Her mind wandered off, wondering if all werewolves were this handsome.

“No worries. I wish I could do more.” He said, bringing her back to reality. As he was about to leave, he turned around to look at her and asked, “Have you remembered anything?”

She shook her head to let him know nothing had changed.

As the guard left, the she-wolf ate her breakfast. Her mind wandered, and she continued the conversation with her wolf. “Who are these people - the Moondance pack?” She asked.

Her wolf was quiet for a moment, and then it spoke again. “I don’t know what they want and why. But they treat us somewhat decently if what they say is true that they do not know who we are.”

The she-wolf felt a surge of frustration, making her want to kick and scream. Why couldn’t she remember? Wasn’t remembering a basic fact of life?

The wolf was patient with her. “I understand your frustration, but we must trust our instincts for now. My instincts are telling me to trust this pack. We’re meant to be here, even though we can’t make sense of it right now.”

The she-wolf was confused by this statement. “What do you mean, ‘meant to be here’? What are you talking about?”

Her wolf sighed as if it was trying to find the right words. “I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like like we’re part of something bigger. This pack is where we belong, even though we don’t remember it yet.”

The she-wolf was skeptical of this idea. “How can you be so sure? We don’t even know our names!”

Her wolf was quiet for a moment, and then it spoke again. “I don’t know our names, but we’re strong. We can figure this out together.”

The she-wolf felt a sense of comfort and trust in the voice, even though she didn’t understand everything happening. “Okay,” she says. “So, what do we do now?”

Her wolf was quick to respond. “We wait. We help them as best we can. And we will take it one step at a time from there.”

The she-wolf nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of purpose -and somewhat more like herself, whoever that was- for the first time since she woke up in the dungeon. “Okay,” she says. “Let’s do it,” taking in a deep breath, full of determination.

They sat in silence for a little while. Then the wolf offered, “I remember we have a family that cared deeply for us.”

The she-wolf’s heart jumped at the mention of a family. “Do you think so?” she asked eagerly.

The voice in her mind was steady and confident. “I know so,” it replies. “We have a family out there somewhere, and they never stopped searching for us. They knew we were hidden, and they’ve been looking for us ever since.”

The she-wolf felt a sense of hope rising within her and a fierce determination to find her family. “Do you remember anything about them?” she asked, curious and delighted at the idea of remembering them.