Bella stared at him, trying to absorb everything he was saying. It all felt surreal, like a dream she couldn’t wake up from. "Rogues? A chemical weapon?" Her voice was barely more than a whisper as she processed his words. "I don’t remember… I don’t remember any of this."
He exhaled deeply, his hand finding hers and squeezing it gently. “That’s okay, Bella. It’ll come back to you in time. The doctors said this could happen, and that the memory loss could be temporary. You just need to rest, focus on getting better. Everything else will follow.”
But Bella wasn’t so sure. How could it follow if there was nothing there to begin with? The name *Bella* felt familiar, but everything else—the pack, this man calling himself her father, the idea of a rogue attack was all foreign to her. It was as
