I Saved An Amnesiac Werewolf, Then Found A New Loyal Wolf Chapter 01
I saved an injured werewolf who had lost his memory.
To pay for his medicine, I worked a day job and picked up shifts at night.
When things hit rock bottom, I even sold the last keepsake my mother left me.
Then he got his memories back.
And suddenly, I wasn’t allowed anywhere near him.
His people waited outside my apartment with serious expressions.
“Mr. Cross asked us to give you some money,” one of them said. “Don’t get the wrong idea. He has a fiancée.”
They also said that whatever happened between us when he lost his memory was just instinct.
According to them, it could’ve been anyone.
His fiancée mocked me for believing I belonged by his side.
She forced me to clear things up in front of everyone at a public banquet.
At the banquet, she publicly humiliated me in front of everyone.
Draven Cross watched the whole thing without saying a word.
He never made a move to stop her.
That slap finally woke me up.
I decided to sever the bond mark that tied me to him.
From that moment on, I was done.
That night, I found an injured stray pup downstairs.
It rubbed against my leg, its eyes shining with an almost unsettling brightness.
I carried it home.
That was when I realized—he was a werewolf too.
He was soaked to the bone, and an S-Class bond mark flickered beneath the skin above his collarbone.
“I heard you needed a loyal wolf.”
“Thank you for saving me.”
“They owe you. Let me make them pay.”
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“What should we do with the human?”
I froze in the doorway, a bag of discount roast chicken and expired milk hanging from my hand.
My cramped studio apartment was packed with strangers.
Three men in black guarded the windows.
A woman in a white dress sat on my worn-out couch, a faint frown on her face—like the very air in my apartment offended her.
Draven stood among them with his back straight and his expression unreadable.
He looked nothing like the man who had quietly told me that morning, “Come home early tonight.”
It felt like they were two different people.
I stood there for two seconds before I found my voice.
“Draven… who are they?”
No one answered.
An elderly man stepped forward first and lowered his head respectfully toward Draven.
“Mr. Cross,” he said carefully. “We’ve been searching for you for three months.”
“Now that your memory has returned, shall we deal with this human?”
His memory had come back?
My head snapped toward Draven.
He finally looked at me. His eyes were so cold they made my chest ache.
“Give her some money,” he said evenly. “Don’t let her get the wrong idea.”
The plastic bag slipped from my fingers.
The roast chicken spilled out. The milk carton split when it hit the ground, white liquid seeping slowly across the cracked tiles.
The woman in white glanced down and let out a quiet laugh.
I didn’t even look at her. My eyes stayed on Draven.
“Three months ago, you collapsed in the underpass near the old rail yard. I carried you home.”
“You were burning up, and I stayed by your side for days.”
“When your injuries got worse and you refused to see a doctor, I was the one who took care of you.”
“And now you’re telling me not to get the wrong idea?”
A faint crease appeared between Draven’s brows.
He looked annoyed that I kept pressing him.
“Sera,” he said quietly. “I had amnesia.”
“So?”
“Nothing I said or did while I had no memory meant anything.”
I stared at him. For a second, I almost laughed.
The worst night of his fever, he’d held my wrist so tight I couldn’t pull away.
He’d whispered that I was the only person he trusted.
When the wolfbane flared in the middle of the night, he’d curl into me, trembling with every breath.
Now he was telling me none of it had been real.
The woman in white suddenly grabbed my wrist.
“So you still have this.”
A flash of coldness crossed her eyes before it disappeared behind a smile.
“You didn’t seriously think that because Draven marked you while he had amnesia, you’d somehow become one of us, did you?”
I stiffened and looked at Draven.
“What is this mark?”
“It happened when I lost control,” he replied flatly. “It means nothing.”
The woman laughed softly and patted my cheek.
“You heard him. A human simply doesn’t belong in our world.”
“Someone like Draven may have relied on you while he had amnesia, but that was only temporary.”