The Werewolf's Chapter 217: Help me forget

Chapter 217: Help

forget

Blue.

I look for him in all the bathrooms and you have to understand that it takes a lot of ti because the mall is freaking huge. The panic starts to show as I search around. Completely worried about him. I didn’t like the scent I got from him when he left. I am already starting to think the worst.

What if sothing happened to him?

What if his wolf ca out?

That will be a good thing.

My wolf tells . I shake my head because it won’t be good if he ca out in public. I want him to explore the parts of him that he is denying but I don’t want it to happen like this.

Everywhere is quiet. I haven’t heard anything from anyone about a wolf, so that is sothing. I close my eyes because this is the only ti I would use my powers. This is the only ti I will accept the magic part of . Ever since I found out that my mother lied to . I have been trying to deny the parts of

that are a part warlock. I hate that I lived my life in the dark.

I hate the magic inside . I hate the powers that co with the magic. I vowed to never use them again. When I got the pack, Beau and his family needed

but I didn’t summon my powers. I didn’t acknowledge all the things that I could do because I had made a promise to myself but now, at this mont, as my heart races against my chest, I know I have to break that promise. I have to find him and make sure he is okay.

I am at the entrance of the mall. People pass by but right now, I don’t give a fuck. My major concern is finding him. Once my eyes are closed, I cast the spell in my mind. The one that lets

see everything and I don’t an all the things that are visible to the naked eyes. The one that makes

see what the re human can’t see. Once I have a semblance of what I am searching for, I find it. No matter what it is? No matter who it is.

Even if that person doesn’t want to be found. I feel him instantly. He doesn’t want to be found. The fear in his scent is the first thing I pick up. There is a trail out of the mall, out of the parking lot. I follow the trail and his scent until I see him, crouched behind a parked car in a gas station. My heart stops for a second because there is sothing wrong.

His pain travels to

and it feels like a hit in my chest. I don’t mind taking away all his pain but there is more to what is happening to him.

In a rush, I open my eyes and run as fast as I can—following the trail in my head until I get to the gas station. I see the truck and I know he is behind it before I even get there. Without hesitation, I run over to the car and I see him crouched over, just like in my head. His hands are over his head and he is shaking. I don’t want to scare him because he seems pretty terrified.

"G?’’ I call him.

He doesn’t answer , so I take a step closer to him. I go on my knees to his level, I reach for him and this ti, he looks up. His eyes are a bright golden. I know what this is imdiately. This is his wolf. This is the first ti in the two weeks that I have seen a piece of his wolf. I want to be excited but I also know that this is not the ti. He looks like he is in pain. Sothing else is going on in his head and I want to help him. I want to take all the pain from him. His eyes remain on mine and I watch him as tears fall from his face.

I want to touch him but I am scared he will react badly. "Gyles, what is wrong?’’ I use words instead.

He shakes his head and looks away from , slowly, his lips part open "I don’t want to rember. Help

forget,’’ he cries and before I know what is happening. He is in my arms. This is the first ti this has happened. I have thought about this mont and I hate that it had to happen when he is in a state of vulnerability. My body reacts to this even though I wish it would just take a pause on his touch. My wolf screams so loud it is deafening. The touch that I have been craving cos out while I try to comfort him—try to make him feel better. My life flashes right before my eyes. The sa way it did with Rex. I see our future. The one we could have and it warms my heart. I know he feels it too because I feel him stiffen against . He is still trembling and I have regrets of bombarding him with everything at once.

He pushes

off him and I watch him as he falls to the ground.

His eyes are still golden.

"Get away from ,’’ he shouts so loud that the regrets intensify.

This is not how it is supposed to go. He is supposed to feel the sa things I feel. He is supposed to want

as much as I want him.

"G,’’ I call him desperate for acceptance.

"Don’t call

that,’’ he shouts so loud that the tone breaks my heart.

He moves away from

as I try to reach out to him. I want to calm him down because I don’t even know what is going on inside him. Sothing happened before I ca here and I feel him. It has sothing to do with his past. He wants to forget whatever it is.

I want him to rember.

But not right now.

I need to get him ho. I need to take care of him while he is hurting. Right now, that is my only concern. He is still watching , almost like he is warding

off him. He doesn’t want

to touch him again. I know that the touch could be overwhelming—especially for people that are not accepting of their mates.

"I am not here to hurt you, Gyles, please let

help,’’ I beg him desperately.

He shakes his head "Help

forget. I don’t want to rember,’’ he tells . He is basically telling

that this is the only way he will let

be involved in this. Deep down, he must sense that I can help him. it is in my powers to make people forget things but I don’t want to do that to him. I don’t want to help him forget the most significant part of his mories. He doesn’t want to rember what happened all those years but I know he needs to.

That is the only way he can get the closure that he needs to move on. The past will help him but he is so afraid of it and that is what is hurting him even more.

"I can’t do that,’’ I tell him honestly.

He stands up from the ground and I watch him as he tries to steady himself by using the truck for support "You claim to love . You claim to be my mate and you won’t even help

when I need you the most.’’

That sentence awakens my wolf.

He needs you the most.

He needs .

Gyles needs .

You have to help him.

My wolf pipes up. I don’t want to do this. The smarter part of

knows that this is a bad idea. He can’t forget everything. He needs to embrace those mories. Helping him forget will make

the bad guy. I will be doing this for selfish reasons.

I will be doing this because I am desperate for his acceptance.

Desperate for his love.

But he needs you.

My wolf is being as selfish as I am. We are only thinking about us and not him. He will regret this decision. My eyes stay on him because I don’t have the strength to refuse him. I want to see him happy and he doesn’t look happy right now.

Do this for him.

"Forget it,’’ he wipes the tears from his face and slowly starts to walk away from

"I will never reciprocate those feelings that you harbour.’’

He is manipulating

right now. The fact that I know that he is doing this and still want to help him just shows how madly in love I am with him. I stop him by grabbing his arm. The electricity surges through .

His eyes dim and beco Hazel again.

"I will help you.’’

I hope I don’t regret this.