Betrayed Luna's Fated Mate

-Brendon-

"But there has to be an explanation," I insisted, as the doctor told me every result came back fine. Celeste was in the examination room waiting for us, but I didn't want to go in there before I knew everything was as it should be. "Even the brain scan came back perfectly fine," doc assured me.

"It makes no sense. She is a perfectly healthy she-wolf, yet she faints all the time and has memory loss. It makes no sense, doc," I told him.

"No, I agree, but I can only start a treatment if I know what is wrong, and I can't see anything wrong with her."

"Could something have happened in her past that makes her this way? Like a trauma response?"

"It is possible, but from what you describe, it sounds strange she would forget your time together."

"That's what I thought too," I sighed.

"I'm sorry, Brendon, but she is perfectly healthy. There is nothing wrong with her," he informed me.

"I'm both happy and a bit angry to hear it. Of course, I don't want anything to be wrong with her, but this is concerning."

"Just keep an eye on her, and we will see if it won't go away by itself," he instructed.

I nodded, and then I went into the examination room, where Celeste had gotten dressed in her normal clothes again.

"So?" she asked, fiddling with the end of her dress.

"You're fine."

"Really?" she asked, not sounding very convinced.

"Yes, you are."

"Hmm..."

"What?" I inquired.

I walked closer to her, placing my hands on her thighs, and she gave me a small smile.

"It's just... weird."

"Yeah, but as doc told me, he can only treat you if there is something wrong with you," I reminded her.

"No, I understand. What I don't understand is that it feels as if I have two sets of memories."

"Two sets of memories?" I asked.

"I know how it sounds-absolutely crazy-but that's how it feels. When I look at you, I sometimes remember our time together, and that doesn't feel painful, but then there are these other memories," she whispered. "Other memories?"

"It seems to be other memories, because you aren't there," she informed me.

"Who is?"

She glanced away, and I could feel the guilt spread through her.

"Celeste, who is there?" I asked, grasping her chin and turning her head to me.

"Zack..."

"Why would that fucker be there?"

"I don't know!"

"Well, what happens in your memories?"

Her cheeks went bright red, and I knew right away what was happening in these memories. It made a dark growl leave me, and I wrapped my hand around her jaw.

"You're mine, Celeste. No one else's."

"No, I know," she said.

"And yet you dream of fucking someone else?" I snarled.

"No, of course, not!" she retorted. "I want you. Trust me, those other memories are disturbing to me, and they don't make me feel anything but disgust."

I looked into Celeste's brown eyes, searching for an answer, but I could already feel the answer through the bond-she was speaking the truth. I slowly loosened my grip on her jaw, letting my hand fall. "I don't know why it is happening," she whispered.

"I'm your mate," I stated, crossing my arms, and Celeste gave me a small smile before placing her hands on my neck.

"Yes, you are, and I don't want anyone else," she assured me.

"Then why are you thinking about someone else?"

"I'm not. I don't know what it is. It's something made up, right?"

"What if it isn't? What if... it's a message?" I asked.

"A message?"

"I don't know... My mom used to be a strong believer before she died. She told me the Goddess sometimes sent messages," I explained.

"I remember. She told me stories about that," Celeste mused, letting her hands slide from my neck. "Messages..."

"It's not real," I said.

"You suggested it."

"Yes, because I'm desperate, but I never believed it myself."

"But maybe we should look beyond the normal stuff. Maybe we should try to be believers," she suggested.

"I don't think I will ever go that far."

"We are mates. Isn't that magical?" she asked and winked at me.

"Sure, I believe in the bond, but messages? That seems extreme."

"Do you have a better suggestion?" she countered.

"I..."

"Good, then let's go study."

She jumped off the examination table.

"Study?" I asked.

"In your mom's old stuff. She must know something."

"Um..." I looked away, not really wanting to go back into my mom's life, and Celeste grew a little apologetic.

"I'm sorry. I know you lost her in a bad way. Maybe we can just go to the library."

"No, it's... it's fine," I insisted.

"Are you sure?"

"Do I wish she wasn't such a strong believer that she wouldn't have taken her own life to be with my father? Yes, but I can't change that, so let's go look through her stuff."

Celeste nodded and held out her hand to me. I grabbed it, and we left the hospital wing. My parents' stuff was still in their old house close to the border of the territory, so we had a little way to go before we reached the house. I opened the door, and Celeste and I walked inside. It was strange stepping back. After she died too, I lived in the pack house with the rest, and I hadn't been back since.

"Are you okay?" Celeste asked.

"It's just... strange coming back."

"If you want to leave again—"

"No, let's just do this."

"Where do you think she might hide her knowledge?"

"I'm not sure she ever wrote anything down. She just knew these things, Celeste," I told her, but then I went to my father's old office. I opened the door and began opening some drawers and cabinets.

"Hey, what is this?" Celeste asked as she pulled out a box from a closet.

She placed it in the middle of the office and took off the top. Inside, she found a big book right at the top of everything. It had a big moon right in the middle, and she flipped open the book, making dust fly around, which made us both cough.

"Phew, this is old," she groaned before focusing on the old, worn pages. "And it's mostly pictures."

I stepped up behind her, looking over her shoulder and seeing she was right. The book contained mostly pictures with very little writing underneath.

"What's that?" I asked and pointed to a picture of two figures without faces, but in the form of women, and an arrow pointing from one woman to another.

"It says "soul traveling"," Celeste read out loud.