Andrew shook his head.


    “No, the worlds blended together so suddenly.


    We’re still trying to keep up with the news from that side.


    We’ve sent some scouts recently, but werewolves are vignt and powerful.


    Our people haven’t learned much yet.


    ”


    “Okay.


    ” I let out a sigh.


    “Thanks.


    The information you’ve given is very useful.


    ”


    “Anytime,” Andrew answered, smiling.


    Turning away, my reflection in the window caught my attention.


    The image of that man and the recent upheavals sent me into deep thought again.


    What was my connection to that man?


    Caleb’s POV:


    As the car vanished into the distance, kicking up a choking dust, I stood dumbfounded.


    Debra really just left like that? With another man, no less?


    Damien shared my bewilderment, voicing his confusion aloud.


    I was reeling, my hands clenched, as the reality of the jest fate seemed to be ying on me sank in.


    The image of another man iming Debra as his fiancee, her eyes devoid of recognition when they met mine, haunted me.


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    Debra had always been so steadfast in her love, facing perils by my side.


    How could she leave without a backward nce? Had she genuinely forgotten everything?


    Had she, in this span of lost time, reced me with another?


    The mere notion sent a piercing pain through my heart, affirming the depth of a wound I thought had healed.


    I believed I was indifferent, that her life choices post-amnesia wouldn’t stir me.


    Yet, the sting of potential betrayal ignited embers of pain I thought long extinguished.


    Hand over heart, I murmured, “How could this be?”


    Damien, ever the man of action, had no patience for reflection.


    He prodded me with urgency.


    “Caleb, snap out of it.


    Go to Debra, reim what’s yours! Why stand here lost in dreams?”


    “Enough,” I cut him off sharply, my patience thinning under the weight of the situation.


    I confronted the one who had endangered Debra.


    “What’s her name?” I muttered, my memory failing me.


    Carlos caught thepse.


    “Shirley Harrison,” he reminded me.


    “That’s what Debra‘s aplice called her.


    ”


    The name like a stone, sank deeper into the pit of my unease.


    I faced Shirley.


    “Hey, what’s the rtionship between that man and Debra?” I demanded.


    Her disdain was palpable as she spat, “And why should I divulge anything to you, after you took her side against me? Keep wondering.


    ”


    My patience already thin, her defiance only kindled my anger.


    I grabbed her, my voice a growl.


    “Speak, or regret your silence.


    ”