Chapter 79

Silver’s POV

I wasn’t sure what was going on, but Elliot was kissing me, and I was completely lost in the moment. My entire body melted into his and it was like I was being meshed with the missing piece of the puzzle. His lips parted mine and I felt his soft and wet tongue invading my mouth, searching for something but I wasn’t sure what. I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest and my knees went completely weak. It was a good thing I was still on the ground and that his arms were wrapped around me, holding me in place.

I let a soft moan escape my lips and for a moment, I forgot that we weren’t alone and that I was sitting in the middle of a jail cell. I didn’t care though; I just wanted my husband wrapped around me. I wanted his lips on mine, and I needed to feel his touch.

When he pulled apart, we were both breathless and I knew for a fact that I was red in the face.

“I shouldn’t have doubted you,” he whispered against my lips.

Tears burned in my eyes, and I wasn’t sure what to say or do. I looked at Erik who was just as shocked as I was.

“You told him?” I asked him, meeting his eyes.

Erik shook his head, the look of panic clear on his face and I knew at that moment I had said too much.

“Told me what?” Elliot asked, glancing over his shoulder at Erik and then at me.

I kissed him, trying to get his attention.

“Never mind,” I whispered. “How did you know it was me?”

“The little things,” he confessed. “She was different. She wasn’t you. Then, when Erik told Luca that the woman in the jail cell was the real Silver, it confirmed my suspicions. I didn’t need to ask further questions.”

I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest, breathing in deeply as his scent filled me and cocooned me in a safe and comforting bubble.

Tears spilled out of my eyes.

“Did… did you sleep with her?” I found myself asking, my voice hardly a whisper.

“God, no, Silver,” he said, holding me even tighter. “It would have never gotten that far. Do you know who that woman is?”

I shook my head.

“I was just telling Erik that I don’t remember much of anything,” I murmured, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. “The only thing I could remember was this man standing above me, telling me that he was going to prove that you didn’t love me. That you would throw me to the wolves the second you got the chance. Then everything went black, and I woke up in the forest with silver cuffs around my wrists.”

Elliot’s face darkened.

“I would never throw you to the wolves,” he said, cupping my face in his hands. “Ever.”

I blinked quickly, staring at him.

“You nearly did,” I said, sounding more bitter than I felt. “I’m in a jail cell.”

“I was confused,” he admitted, looking guilty. “When I found you… erm… her… I was overjoyed and relieved. Then, we found the real you and you smelled like a rogue. I still don’t understand how she has your face. But I do know how she has your scent.”

“My brother,” I whispered.

He tensed.

“You remember him? You’ve seen him?”

I nodded my head once, but I could feel the uncertainty on my face.

“Erik filled in the blanks, But the man I saw standing above me, who said those cruel things, had my eyes. In fact, he looked a lot like me. Erik mentioned that I had a twin brother.”

Elliot nodded.

“Yes, and he can change a person’s scent. He changed yours, knowing you wouldn’t know how to change it back.”

My stomach twisted from his words.

“So, he changed mine to smell like a rogue and he changed hers to smell like me…”

“Exactly,” Elliot confirmed.

“Why don’t I remember anything?” I asked, my tone shaky as more tears spilled out of my eyes.

“I’ve already called the pack doctor. He wants us to bring her to the clinic,” Beta Leo said, stepping into the cell.

“The clinic?” I asked, my brows furrowed. “Why not the hospital? Won’t they be able to do more testing at the hospital?”

Leo nodded, but he looked uncomfortable. It was Elliot who answered the question.

“A lot has happened,” he admitted. “The hospital isn’t exactly safe right now. We have it on lockdown. Nobody is to leave, and nobody is to enter. Not until we know for certain that all the enemies are gone.”

“There were enemies in the hospital?” I asked, shaking Elliot away from me so I could stand to my feet. Elliot grabbed my arms to help steady me; I still felt weak from whatever drugs they pumped into my body and my legs were hardly able to hold up my weight.

“They were disguised like doctors,” Elliot explained. “They gave patients wolfbane pills, harming them…”

A memory flooded back to me; I remembered a doctor handing Emma the pills and she put them in her mouth. I remembered feeling like something was off, so I shook my head subtly for her. She ended up spitting the pills out of her mouth as soon as the doctor turned his back.

But I don’t remember what happened after that.

I furrowed my brows at the memory; it was foggy and in the furthest depth of my mind, but it was there, trying to break through.

“I remember I stopped Emma from taking the pills,” I whispered.

“Yes, you saved her from a terrible fate. Your suspicion was correct. The pills were dangerous. Most of the packmates are fine; only one didn’t make it. The doctors are doing what they can for others. It was a lethal dose of wolfsbane, so there are no guarantees. But as of right now, the hospital isn’t safe.”

“We should get going,” Leo said, motioning for us to follow him.

I felt utterly sick at the thought that packmates were dying and in trouble because of those pills. I wished I could have saved them all, but I had no idea what happened after I followed the doctor out of Emma’s hospital room. I wrapped my arms around my body, attempting to hold myself together.

Elliot gave me a sympathetic and worried look, but he wrapped an arm around me and led me out of the jailhouse.

We piled into the black sedan and Erik drove us to the pack clinic, which wasn’t far from where the jailhouse was.

I hadn’t met the pack doctor yet, but I had heard good things about him. He’s been in charge of his own clinic for decades; he was also the most skilled doctor in the world. Which wasn’t surprising considering he was a doctor of the Crown pack.

He was an older gentleman with a Son who will take over the clinic once he retires. His son currently works at the hospital but helps out at the clinic on occasion.

“Dr. Scott,” Elliot greeted as we walked into the clinic. “I’m sure you already know why we are here.”

“Yes,” he stared simply as he fixed his large glasses. “Beta Leo informed me about Silver’s condition. He mentioned her memory loss and wanted to know what she was given for that to happen.”

“Yes,” Elliot confirmed.

Dr. Albert Scott looked me over carefully before motioning for us to enter the examination room.

“I’ll have to do some bloodwork,” he said, walking into the room without turning to see if we were following.

I sat down on the bed he motioned for as he got to work taking my blood for testing.

“What kind of symptoms are you experiencing, Luna,” he asked, his eyes focused on the needle puncturing my arm.

“Weakness, fatigue, and dizziness,” I admitted. “Elliot had to hold me up while we walked. It feels like something is blocking my memories. I’m unable to think straight and my head hurts when I try to remember anything. Something is blocking me and I’m not sure what it is.”

He nodded thoughtfully.

He pulled the needle out of my arm and capped the vile of blood he took.

He left the room to speak with his assistant who sat at the receptionist desk in the waiting room. A few minutes later, he returned empty-handed.

“She’s going to get that tested; we should get the results in a few hours,” he told us. “You can wait here if you’d like. I can give you an IV fluid that’ll clear out your system and hopefully make you feel less weak.”

“Will it restore my memories?”

“Depending on the issue, it might take something a little stronger to restore your memories,” he told me.

“Where is my brother?” I heard a familiar voice from the waiting room.

Elliot sighed and opened the door, leading into the waiting room. Charlotte walked in moments later, her eyes filled with dismay and worry.

“Charlotte, what are you doing here?” He asked. “Have you found out anything?”

I didn’t realize Charolette was in town and that she was helping us. When did he call her? Had she been here the entire time?

Her eyes found mine, and I could see the distrust in them. I knew Charolette didn’t like me for whatever reason, and it kept me from saying anything upon her arrival, not wanting to make her angry.

She finally pulled her eyes from mine to look at her brother.

“The imposter is using magic to change her face. Specifically, something called Crimson. With a person’s DNA in their system, using Crimson will morph their appearance to look like that person.”

“Is there a way to reverse it?” Elliot asked.

For the first time since knowing her, Charolette actually smiled.

“Yes,” she answered. “There is.”