I awoke with an empty bed, Tyler-less. I felt like I wasn't complete when he was here. I groaned as I sat up, feeling tired. I hated mornings . . . with a very fiery passion. 

I soon perked up after the scent of pancakes, and nearly ran out of the bedroom. I quickly looked at myself in the mirror, and decided this mess was not going to cut it. I grabbed a brush that I found in a drawer and started to go through my matted hair. Did I allow my hair to look like this before I lost my memory? I really hoped not. 

It scares me that I have no clue what I did. I mean, hopefully I wasn't awfully rude, which I can be. I'm normally rude and snide to all the packs that I run into. Merely because it's fun as hell! I mean, when they're all riled up, it's so fun. They're sloppy, and can even give away pack info, which you should never do.

Or so I heard. I was never in a pack. Well . . . other that Oakwood forest pack. How long had I been staying there anyway? 

The only thing I could remember were small bits and pieces. But one thing that never left my memory, was my past and all the things I've done. I shook my head as a memory came pooring in like a tidal wave.

Flashback___

"Brent, you have it easy! I guess. Mom and Dad like you." I hissed and crossed my arms as he drove us to the party.

"Maybe you should listen to them every once in a blue moon. I mean, sure we are rogues and don't have an Alpha to listen to, but we have parents and we must listen to them." Brent chastized. I sighed..

"You don't get it! It's suffocating." I compained. Brent laughed as we stopped at the party. 

"Whatever. If I get in trouble along with you then I swear Raven . . ." He trailed off. I snickered. 

"What? You getting in trouble? I mean, all we did was sneak out to a party on a full moon. What's the issue with that!?" I said saracastically.

Brent sighed. "Your just lucky I'm here cuz my mate is here. Do not get into any trouble, got it?" Brent asked. I laughed.

"Wait, you found your mate?!" I shrieked as we got out of the car. He rolled his brown eyes. "Yes, it's Kate. Now then, I have to go find her. Make friends!" He hollered as he left me. I smirked and walked into the mansion. Time to party.

End of Flashback___

I angrily rubbed my temples. I wish Brent was here. I really do, he'd know how to fix me. He always did. 

I got out of the bathroom and walzted into the kitchen, where the smell wafted all around.

I sniffed as I sat down next to Ro. 

"Good morning. Hey I was meaning to ask you! What's it like to be a Luna?!" She exclaimed with a mouth full of pancakes. My eyes widened. I was Luna?

"She's not a full Luna yet." I heard a husky voice. 

"Tyler?" I asked and turned around, loving how his name rolled off my lips. He smiled, making my heart race increase.

"Oi! What do you mean?" Ro hissed, her eyes flashing a light brown. I agreed. What did he mean?

"There's a whole process that has to be done Ro." Tyler said carefully. Oh lord, was he talking about the mating process? Well, at least we hadn't done that. Then my bond to him would be stronger than normal. Alpha mates tend to have super strong bonds. Stronger than normal wolves at least. 

"Oh, you mean the mating process?" Ro asked. I coughed awkwardly. She smiled brightly, clueless as to what it mean to mate. 

"My mom said that the boy has to bite you. Did you let him bite you?" She rushed out at me. I giggled.

"I better not have!" And with that me and Ro burst into a fit of giggles. Tyler rolled his eyes but kept a smirk on his face. I loved when he smirked. It was hot. 

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After eating, it was finally time to find the library me and Tyler have heard so much about. We got out of the car and stared ahead of us. "Gibbins Books." It read in grey letters.

I glanced at Tyler who was still looking at the book store. 

"So, you really think Ragnor - an original 200 year old Hunter - lives here - and has a secret storage of Silverlace liquid?" I asked, summing it all up. Tyler grinned and stared at me. 

"He better, or else we came here for nothing. But I trust Ez knows what she's doing." Tyler said and started to walk.

"Wait!" I hissed. Tyler glanced at me yet continued to walk and open the door. I sighed and swiftly followed him in.

I took in a deep breath. The library looked so normal, it hurt. I expected huge book cases, cobwebs, I don't know. There were laptops lined up on the sides. In front of us was a small booth.

"Ahh! Hello Mr. and Mrs! I'm Mr. Gibbins! Welcome to my bookstore. Have a look around, and if you need me, well, I'm here!" He said, very cheerily. He had white hair with a small bald spot in the front where his hair started. He had rosy red cheeks and wrinkles outlining his face. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt but his right cuff was pushed up a little. 

Tyler nodded and took off, leaving me behind. I groaned. 

"Hello, so you own this store?" I asked "Mr Gibbins" I stared at him intently. If our suspisions were correct, this was Ragnor. A Hunter from the 1800's.

"Yes I do indeed. What's your name darling?" He asked with a cheery smile. I grinned. "Raven." I said and shook his hand. He brought his old hand to me. I shook it and jolted backwards. He radiated power, no doubt about that.

"You ok sweetheart?" he asked, clearly confused. I took my hand back. 

"Oh yes, just uhm . . . a little deja vu! I used to come to libraries all the time as a girl." I lied through my teeth. Mr. Gibbins laughed and apologized. I glanced at him, then caught his arm with my eyes. 

There were 2 gashes on it. One long, one small, and possibly one hidden from the length of his shirt. They were scars.

He caught me staring and oddly cleared his throat. I smiled, and pondered on the marks. They looked like wolf marks.

"Where is the historical fiction?" I asked. He smiled and directed me to the back. I walked past him, sensing he had a strange aura. Was it possible that he could really be Ragnor?

I searched for Tyler and followed my senses. I came to the fictional section. I grinned, seeing him and his nose in a book. "Hey." I greeted. He saw me and smiled. 

"I haven't gotten anything." Tyler said and rubbed his temples. "We just got here." I reassured him. 

"Still." He protested and put the book back on the shelf.

"I think I got something. He has a strange aura. When I touched him, I felt small jolts. Tyler, he radiates power." I whispered lowly, making sure no one could hear us. Tyler's eyes searched my face. 

"We need more proof if that's all we have to roll off." He added. I nodded and started to seach books with him.

Do you really think that Mr. Gibbins, sweet little old man, is a 200 year old Hunter? 

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