Ashton didn't really open his eyes that day, but after a few days not only he opened his eyes, but he could speak almost fluently as if nothing happened to him. Indeed being a werewolf means sometimes getting lucky when it comes to your health. Around this time many werewolves had recovered as well, so the hospital was comparatively emptier.
When Caleb came to see Ashton on his fourth day here, Ashton had a huge smile plastered to his face, "What"? Caleb couldn't help but ask.
"Nothing, I am just happy to see you." Ashton shrugged. "Also, there is something I'd like to tell you."
"About what?" Caleb tilted his face.
"About everything." Ashton smiled. "I remember. I remembered those eight years I was with those wolves. Not only that, I remember every other thing that only my wolf has experienced…as if Alvaro's memories are now merged with mine." he chuckled.
"And what do you remember?" Caleb asked.
