Rather than a flood of memories all at once, Graeme felt the tingling arrival of one small piece blinking back to life in the hollow part of his mind. It was where his last memory left off, previously careening over a cliff into a black void of nothingness.
Now, a missing piece of ground rose to meet his paws that were pounding through the Grimm on his way to visit Greta. Suddenly he scented someone—a female he didn't recognize and yet wholly recognized with ever fiber of his being that now prickled to life like a blazing wildfire.
'She is mine. She is mine. She is mine.'
These three words padded through his wolf's mind in rhythm with his gait as he sped up in pursuit of her. She was fleeing someone, terrified and panicked and bleeding as she ran blindly through the woods. She was lost. She was alone. All of these realizations plucked at his chest, making it ache in a way he had never felt before.
