You don't have to know someone for very long to truly care about them.

Wes gave him an odd look. "And that my friend is the last thing I wanted to talk to you about."

Could War handle anything else Wes was about to throw at him? No, he didn't want to handle it but he had to. "What else?"

"So she seems to be having some sort of amnesia problem. It's anterograde amnesia I think...so her short term memory is a little spotty. So she-"

"-She doesn't remember me?" War worried, suddenly feeling the nauseous feeling coming back again. Not only did she not remember him now, she was going to be completely confused and in a new environment. When it rained, it poured apparently in his case...

Wes slapped him on the back hard and he would've commented on it if he wasn't such a nervous wreck right now. "She remembers you, War. It's just odd. Her scans show no sign of traumatic brain injury or swelling, no concussion really which is common with these types of things, but she has none of that."

War had to dig the base of his palms into his eyes as to not get emotional. He thought it was over for he and Pomelia when he mentioned amnesia. He wasn't ready to ship her back to the priesthood and spend the rest of his days in turmoil, but he would if it was the best thing for her. "So what did she forget?"

"She forgot half of yesterday evening, so her short term memory has been impaired. It's odd though that she remembers the earlier events of the day," Wes frowned, obviously confused at what was happening with his mate. "Anyway, War I really need you my man, to be there for her. She's achey, in pain and upset. That means helping her get dressed, washing up, eating, moving. Everything."

What kind of man did Wes take him as? Of course he would help Pomelia with whatever she needed. "I'll help her with anything...but she's not upset with me?" He just had to throw that question in there again.

"I mean not for that argument. She doesn't recall that. She's probably upset with you over not being by her side. She woke up crying for you," Wes confesses to War as he felt his chest ache again. He never really felt bad for anything he did...maybe for some instances but he felt incredibly guilty for having Pomelia wait for him. "Alright, lets go in and talk to her."

War didn't know why he still felt nervous. Maybe it was because he never had to take care of anyone before or do much of anything concerning other people. It was always him looking out for himself...

Wes lead them into her room, where Jess was sitting on the side of the bed with tissues in hand. Pomelia was sobbing into tissues with her good hand.

War grimaced, looking over his mate. On her right side, her forearm and wrist were covered in a light purple cast. A small bandaid was on the side of her head, accompanied by a scratch or two on her cheek. Her left leg was out, propped up by a few pillows and covered from the knee down. He could see her toes sticking out but that was it.

"It's because I'm weak...that's why he won't see me," Pomelia cried sadly as Jess was attempting at consoling her. Did she mean him?

Wes cleared just throat, making his mate turn to look their way. When she noticed War, she whimpered before her tears began to leak down her cheeks again. Wes nudged War with his foot.

What the hell was he supposed to say? "Hey...how are you feeling?" He questioned her as she continued to cry. Jess was summoning him to her side of the bed and he quickly made his way over to her.

"We'll give you two a moment then I would like to have a conversation with the both of you." Wes left with Jess not that far behind him. War awkwardly grabbed the chair that was closest to her bed and scooted it closer to her.

He sat down before reaching out for her good hand. "What's wrong?" He asked, as she pulled away to blow her nose lightly. War took the tissue and threw it away before handing her a clean one. "Tell me...I'm your mate." How did one console their mate?! The mated couples didn't hang out with the pack and usually kept to themselves so it was really complicated in getting a grasp how to handle these things. He didn't have the perfect parents at all to be examples. He didn't even have parents really... He just needed to know how to stop the dam leaking in front of him.

"I can sign your cast later..."

Why the hell did he say that?! Pomelia paused and made a weird noise before blowing her nose again. "Why do you want to sign the cast...of you weak mate? I have bones like spaghetti!"

War had to laugh. His mate was one of a kind. "Don't say that...you're strong," he told her as she sniffled before glancing at him with those big eyes.

"I'm so weak my brain doesn't even remember what happened," she said quietly. "I'm sorry, War. I wish you could have a mate that matches your strength." Then her bottom lip began to quiver again. Uh-oh.

War growled at her, gripping her hand softly. "No you're perfect for me...I told you already." Then he realized she didn't remember and felt like slapping himself. "I don't care if you have...pasta bones."

His mate laughed a little, before she gasped and a look of pain crossed her features. "You okay?"

She shook her head. "It feel like someone put me in a blender. Doctor Wes said we got caught in a storm and I fell? Jess said the same thing."

War nodded his head, agreeing with that story. It wasn't a lie, not at all. Actually the truth. "Yeah...it was bad."

"I don't remember the bonfire either! Jess got me this pretty dress and-and it's ruined too!" War had to stop the tears before it was too late again.

He grasped her hand lightly. "It's okay. We'll get through...this together. I'll get your more dresses."

A few stray tears trailed down her cheeks before she smiled. "Thank you, War. You are a good mate. I'll try not to bother you too much."

War shrugged. He didn't care if she did. It was his fault that she was in this predicament. He would do everything in his power to help her.

After a few more minutes of jogging Pomelia's memory on the bonfire and how she wasn't able to recall anything, Wes came waltzing in along with Jess.

"I hope I gave you two enough time to talk." Before either of them could answer Wes began to ramble off in doctor language. "So Pomelia I'm going to release you probably tomorrow morning to go home and rest. I have a rap sheet of information I'm going to throw at the both of you."

War could feel Pom's slight fingers working their way to hold his hand. She was shaking... "Okay." He squeezed her hand gently, hoping that helped in calming her down.

Wes glanced at his clipboard before throwing a lot at them. "So Pomelia I'm giving you four weeks. You do everything right. Stay off that leg, rest, let War be a man and provide for you then I can give you his blood to heal one hundred percent. I'll also be giving you pain medication. You can take two pills every six hours. Now-"

"-How can I get around with a leg and arm cast? I'm sorry for interrupting," Pom said quickly as her cheeks reddened and she glanced to War nervously. Did she think she would get reprimanded? It was just Wes, who cares if he was interrupted. He kept his mouth shut though...

Wes chuckled. "I was getting to that actually. So you're a righty right? So both your right arm and right leg are immobilized so it makes things a bit tricky. I'm going to send you home with a few gadgets and you two can test which one if best for you. You can use crutches but only for the left side can't use both due to your arm. I have a scooter you could try or a wheel chair."

"A wheelchair!"

"Yes. You'll be using one of those tools in conjunction with War picking you up. Now concerning showers. You can't get your casts wet so I have some waterproof sleeves for you to have. Also a shower stool. This is also key to your recovery, don't be afraid to ask for help If you want to be fully recovered in no time. I'll spare you everything I want to say and you can just read over these instructions and notes."

Wes handed War a thick packet before Pomelia yawned softly. "I can see you need some more rest. I'll be back later to check on you. Any questions?"

"Her memory...will it come back soon?"

Wes shrugged his broad shoulders. "This isn't professional at all but honestly hell if I know. She shouldn't have amnesia considering no concussion or brain injury. Just a light headache and that's it. I'm gonna chalk it up to stress induced amnesia and maybe it will come back."

Pomelia yawned again and War frowned. She needed rest immediately so she could recover. "She needs to sleep now."

Wes glanced at War and wrote something down on his note pad. "Alright. That's fine. I'll be in to check in later. Let me know if you have any problems sleeping so I can prescribe you something."

Pom let loose another yawn before blushing heavily. "Don't be embarrassed....thanks Wes." Pom gave him a bright smile, then winced and tried to hide it.

"Well I'm going to let my little pomegranate get some rest and go find a dick to sit on...maybe a fake one. Who knows. Feel better babes!"

Pomelia gasped and War checked her face to make sure she wasn't sensing any pain. "What's wrong?"

"I...uh nothing," she said quickly as her cheeks began to warm up even more. War glowered ag his, mate, getting up to glare down at her. He didn't want to intimidate her but he would if it meant her telling him what was troubling her.

He slightly growled at her making her eyes widen. "Pomelia you have to tell me."

"Don't scare me...I just didn't know that their could be fake ones!"

War was confused. Maybe his mate was delusional from the medication? Was she high? "I don't understand."

"War...I'm not repeating what Jess said. I just didn't know um fake ones existed."

"Oh."

Before he could ever really comment on it, Pomelia was dozing off to sleep. War squeezed her good hand one more time before heading back to the Alpha house. He needed to get a pair of clothes and talk to Khan about his work load. It had to be lessened so he could help his mate recover.

"Hey how's the little novice?"

War slumped into a nearby chair, not really feeling like answering the question. He had to answer it though, so he could explain some things. "Bad... She needs help with everything." He was afraid he wouldn't be able to help her like she needed.

He was a man who never took care of people, well 'take care' of people had dual meaning in his life. He never took care of anyone in a good way..

Khan nodded his head slowly, while glaring at his phone, instead of War. "Well our work load lightened so that'll be good for you two."

That War wasn't aware of. "What do you mean?"

He glanced up from his phone with a murderous look. War watched his eyes brighten before he let loose a slew of curse words. "Jess really wants to test my fuckin patience," he snarled out, raking his hands through his short hair.

War waited for Khan's outburst to be over before he got back to task. "Anyway Trent is going to Reese's pack. Some weird shit going on over there with the weaker males. We still didn't find his brother yet and he paid us so I need to make nice with the son of a bitch. So I offered Trent for a month to figure out whatever the fuck is happening over there."

It was good that Trent wouldn't be around. He annoyed War to no end...but he couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy. He went out to the Seneca pack a few times and it was beautiful. Spent a night once or twice with Khan. Quiet, serene, their was a lot of wild life and an amazing lake...

"Why does Trent get to go?"

Khan's thick eyebrows rose. "What do you mean why? He's all sappy and shit. I figured get him out of here for a while. You have a mate, you don't want to be busting your ass with working or so I thought."

War started to think. When they stayed with the pack, there was a big cabin separate from the pack homes that was just...perfect. The beds were comfy too. It was the best sleep he had in a long time. It would be nice for he and Pomelia to have some privacy instead of having Khan there every second with his many women disrupting sleep. Usually he didn't mind the noises at night...but Pomelia deserved better. She deserved real rest somewhere nice.

"Let me go."

Khan burst out into laughter. "Wait, you're gonna leave your mate here? Who's gonna look after her? Not me and sure as hell not Trent."

If War could insult Khan he would. Was he that much of an idiot? "No...I uh want to bring her."

"What did she loose an arm? Look weird now or something? Why don't you want her healin' up here? What the hell happened? Tell the truth and I might just let you go," Khan smirked, twisting in the chair again while furiously tapping at his phone.

War sighed. "We got into it...last night. She found out about what I do," he groaned, shivering when he thought about it. He couldn't afford for Pomelia to look that angry and upset again. He needed to get away from the pack a little while. "Then she fell and-and she's so broken up. But she forgot our argument and...." War sighed, getting frustrated.

"Use your words. Finish it up, War."

"-And...I just want her to get better. I just want to be alone...with her," he tried to explain to his Alpha. "The cabin would be perfect..."

Khan was quiet, really quiet as he just stared at War...like he couldn't understand something. "So she falls down some hill breaks all these bones and she's alive? Then she forgets the big fuck up you guys had?" War nodded his head. "Damn. You don't find this shit fucking crazy? I mean War you have a mate. Your kill count is high as fuck. Same as me and Trent. Hardly anyone in this damn pack gets to have a mate and you fuckin get one. I don't believe in the fuckin' moon goddess but damn...."

War didn't understand it fully either. It was...odd. "I know...that's why I want to treat her right."

Khan rolled his eyes and threw up his hands. "Fine. You can go ask Trent, if he steps down, sure you can go with your mate. You do realize you have to work while there right? This isn't a fuckin vacation." He wish it were...or even a partial vacation. Then an idea popped into his mind...

"Remember Danica?"

The laughter that came from Khan was quick, and he felt like laughing too...if it were funny. Danica was something that War wish he could've forgotten. The girl was crazy and War had to deal with her to get her away from Khan. "That crazy broad...I do fuckin' owe you. I completely forgot about that. What do you want? You have to work on your assignment if Trent says yes. Reese wants someone who knows the situation already."

"What about a low ranker?" He questioned as Khan frowned. "Just to help with little things." He could use the low ranker to track down certain individuals, re-trace steps. Do the light work of the case...

Khan shrugged. "Alright. I think I got the person for you. You're lucky as fuck you remembered Danica. You need to go see if Trent wants to take this or not. I say do it soon, he's about to take a nap."

War left Khan to stare at his phone and set out to find Trent. Sure he hasn't been himself since going to the priesthood, but War didn't care. All he seemed to do was take naps and get fucked up lately...

Once War made it up to Trent's room, he knocked on the door a few times. "What do you want?" Trent called from the other side of the door. War glared at the door.

"To talk."

There was shuffling on the other side before he smelled a scent that wasn't simple cigarettes... Trent slightly opened the door, joint in hand, with a scowl on his face. "What the fuck do you want to talk to me about?"

"I need to go to Seneca Pack."

Trent chuckled, taking a drag of joint, waiting a few seconds then blowing out while milky smoke. "Too bad. I'm going."

War sighed. "I need to go...I'll owe you."

"Isn't your mate all screwed up? Are you leaving her or something?"

What was wrong with Khan and him? Why did they both think he was going to leave Pomelia?! He would never leave her! "No. She's coming too. I'll owe you...what do you want?"

Trent shook his head, before twisting his lips and beginning to look around. "There is something...."

"What is it?"

He smirked and War could tell whatever was about to come out his mouth would be pure bullshit. "Well your mate is kinda hot. Let me take a crack at her and maybe-"

He wasn't able to finish that sentence because War lunged at him. He would rather rip out his spine and shove it down his throat then let that happen.

"She's got a nice ass, what can I say," Trent chuckled as they grappled around the floor. War was trying to break his face, but Trent was definitely high off more than weed and was besting him.

"Take it back!" He snarled, as Trent landed a blow to his side, before digging his hand up towards his rib. War cursed loudly, the pain immediate, before going for Trent's face.

After pummeling one another into oblivion, both of them lay on Trent's bedroom floor. "Fuck you, it was a joke, man. Ever since you brought her here you've been acting crazy."

"It's not funny and...she's my mate." He didn't know what Trent thought having a mate was but it was nerve wracking. War was constantly thinking about her. Wondering what she was doing, what she was thinking, what she was feeling. He had none of the answers and that drove him crazy.

Trent sighed loudly. "Yeah, whatever. Just tell me who that chick was the day you met her and you can go to Seneca. Not the pudgy bitch but the Tyra Banks lookin bitch. I wanna know her name."

Who was Tyra Banks? "Who?"

"The lady who your mate was crying into...I know her I just don't know how. It's been fucking me up since then."

The priestess who threatened War? Pomelia had mentioned the woman's name a handful of times. Most of the times when she was unsure of something. Or something concerning her attire. He remembered her mentioning the Priestess would've flipped out if she knew that Pomelia was wearing a dress that exposed her legs...

"It's Arana I think."

Trent sat up straight, running his hands over his face. "Shit. I know her, that fuckin' name rings a bell."

War sat up too, looking at Trent. He did look pretty terrible. Maybe he should try being 'cool' with him again. "Why don't you go...and talk to her?"

Trent shook his head. "Nah, it's pointless. I got her name I just...did you see her face? She looked terrified of me then she looked guarded. Like she fuckin recognized me...then tried to hide it."

War didn't pay much attention to the woman because his focus was on Pomelia...but if he thought about it, he did suppose Trent was right... "Just go see her."

"And say what?"

"Lie. Go there for...penance?" That's what he thought it was called anyway. You would confess to a priest or priestess all the bad things you did in life.

Trent snorted. "Shit. I'd be there for a week..." Now that was definitely true, Trent might've been there for a month with his rap sheet of crimes. "Anyway this shit happening in Reese's pack is weird. They got the original ranking system over there and a lot of omega males are disappearing. It's weird as hell."

War disliked the traditional ranking system in packs. Omegas, thetas, betas. It was all bs. Here at least there was none of that. Just regular wolves then wolves who would do jobs...and their rankings. The regular wolves weren't pressured into dumb strength categories

War figured something was up. His main priority was to find Reese's brother...but since he was there for a month it might turn into finding the rest of the missing men. "I can handle it."

"Yeah, whatever. Tell your little mate I hope she feels better."

"No."

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So that was a lot.
Any predictions?

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