Thor's POV
'The beautiful girl with hair the color of golden wheat field'
The moment Eric leaves my room, I forget about Victoria and those words start playing on repeat in my mind.
"The beautiful girl with hair the color of golden wheat field," I lean back into the chair as I say it out loud to myself this time.
Even though Eric advised I shouldn't force myself to remember, I close my eyes so I will be able to concentrate while I try to recall what happened the previous night for the umpteenth time.
The description kinda sounds familiar but I just can't remember where I heard it from no matter how hard I try to. I've met many women in my life. Many blondes even but I can't remember any one of them that fits that description.
I wonder about the she-wolf I heard crying. Who is she? Is she the one with hair the color of golden wheat field? What did she want with me? Why was she wailing so sadly and angrily in my head and why did her crying cause me so much pain?"
I thought long and hard and still couldn't figure out the answer to all the questions bugging my mind, till the sound of my phone ringing wakes me up from my thoughts.
Eric was right, I should force myself to stop thinking about it. The only thought I should allow to occupy my mind right now should be about the trial, getting it over with quickly, and dealing with Evelyn and her minions, not what happened to me the previous night that I can't fully figure out.
I stand up to get my phone where I left it and see it's Eric calling...
"What's up?" I say when I answer the call
"Victoria is already waiting for you in the conference room.
"Okay. I'll be there when I'm done here. What about Nate? Did you make the appointment with him?"
"Not yet but I'll call him immediately after I speak with Uncle Knox. I haven't spoken with him since I woke up. You know I was supposed to call him two weeks ago but unforeseen circumstances happened. Anyway, do you need me in the conference room?"
"Need you for what? So you can start breathing down my neck again? No, thank you!" I reply and he laughs
"Thor, please take it easy on her. What happened to you isn't her fault and..."
"And how did you know that!?" I cut him off in annoyance. I've had enough of him defending her.
"Whose fault is it then if it's not hers? Mine? Or maybe it's your fault then?... I don't know, have you forgotten the part where I told you I would only forgive what she did if she could explain why I felt pain immediately after we started kissing?" I ask again.
I'm not a fool. No matter what he said or the excuse he gave, I know Victoria had something to do with what happened to me since the pain started the moment she kissed me.
Eric is my best buddy so why is he on her side instead of mine? I'm angry that he chose to believe whatever lies she might have fed him with and not me who experienced the pain and nearly died from brain damage.
I'm also angry with myself for not remembering everything that happened that night. I'm angrier with Eric because I know, that for him to keep insisting what happened to me isn't Victoria's fault then he certainly knows more than he's telling. God knows I'm sick and tired of not knowing, not remembering, and being kept in the dark.
"Take care of the appointment with Nate. I don't need you at the conference room and I'll handle Victoria however I dim fit." I say and immediately end the call, not giving him the chance to reply
I enter the bathroom to have my bath and the thoughts of the strange she-wolf immediately return to assault my mind yet again.
"Dammit!" I swear loudly in frustration
'I don't know who this woman is. I don't even know what she looks like and it's unlikely that I'll ever know so why does the thought of her keep coming to mind!? It's so frustrating!' I complain loudly in my mind.
'Mate!...
Our mates...
You're hurting our mates!' Kane suddenly says loudly in my mind, making me stop what I'm doing.
I'm surprised to hear him talk to me since he has been angry and ignoring me for a while now. What I find most surprising are his words...
'Mate?
Our mates?
I'm hurting our mates?' I slowly repeat after him in wonder but he doesn't reply
'How am I hurting our mates, Kane?' I ask softly. I don't want to annoy him thereby causing him to retreat into his hiding place.
'You're hurting them! You cast them aside! You stop thinking about them! We have a special mate bond yet you're messing with another she-wolf. Our mates are really hurting!'
Kane's accusatory words shocked and hurt me. Ever since I met my mate on the day of the duel, apart from being attracted by her essence, I have never heard him go crazy over her wolf or yearn after her. Now he's accusing me of casting our mates aside!? Putting all the blame on me!
Just how did I cast them aside!? I wonder. How am I to blame here?... Why would I want to deliberately hurt our mates? How can I be accused of casting aside a mate who left me at the slightest sign of trouble and without saying goodbye?
How can I be blamed for being with another woman when nothing about my mate attracts her to me!? Kane lives in me. He's supposed to understand me the most but rather, he's blaming me! Why?
'Kane, my mate left by herself. I did not cast her aside as you thought! How can you blame me for that!?'
'I blame you because you stopped thinking about her! You deliberately pushed her out of your memory! She's hurting so bad. They're hurting!'
To say I'm shocked after hearing what Kane said is an understatement. I am totally flabbergasted.
'Did he just say I pushed my mate out of my mind! I stopped thinking about her!?...'
But it wasn't my mate I pushed out of my mind. It was the memory I couldn't access. Or could it be the memory I blocked is about my mate?...
No! That can't be! I know who my mate is. Even though I didn't remember to ask her for her name, I remember her clearly. We spent a night in the same room when I needed her essence to fall asleep before she decided to run off because of my feral state.
'Arghhh! This is all so confusing!'
'Help me out here, Kane. I'm very confused right now. The truth is, I blocked a memory I couldn't access out of my mind, not my mate! I know who my mate is. I didn't stop thinking about her, she left me out of her own free will!'
Something suddenly occurred to me while explaining my situation to my wolf. I know Kane wouldn't accuse me falsely. Knowing this, I change my manner of approach
'Kane, can you please describe what my mate looks like? My memory has not been the most reliable these days.' I say, eagerly waiting for, and dreading his answer at the same time.
After a while, he replies
'She is as beautiful as a goddess. The loveliest of all women with golden tresses that cascade down her back and beautifully tan skin that glows whenever the sunlight shines on her.'
My heart skips on hearing his description.
'The beautiful girl with hair the color of golden wheat field?' I add, holding my breath in anticipation of his reply.
'Yes!' His growl resounds in my mind
"No way!..." I exclaim out loud. The mate I know has shoulder-length auburn blonde hair, pale skin, and certainly not as beautiful as a goddess.
"Oh my god!..." I exclaim out loud again in realization when the truth finally hits me.
"The mate I know is different from the one Kane just described. "Oh, goddess!"
My heart beats wildly as I ask another question,
'What are our mates' names, Kane? I hold my breath in anticipation yet again as I wait for his reply
"I don't know my mate's name!" He replies too forcefully. Sounding angry and frustrated, he adds...
"You've met your mate but I've never met mine! You locked her out of your mind! Cast her aside because you don't want to remember! Now I can't reach her! I can't connect with her!"
Even though I feel bad for my wolf, I find his words a little confusing.
"I don't understand, Kane. Wolves are part of their humans so how come I met my mate and you didn't meet yours?"
"You met her when she was not of age. That was why I couldn't connect with her wolf. I was only able to recognize her smell when we tasted her blood..."
"We tasted her blood!?" I ask with surprise. Werewolves take blood seriously. Even though we don't drink blood for strength as vampires do, we find it very sexual. It's like a strong aphrodisiac.
'Does that mean my mate and I?...' My amoral thought trails off and I feel a rush of guilt when my dick stirs at the thoughts of sex and tasting my mate's blood. How can I be thinking about blood aphrodisiacs when my wolf feels I deprived him of his mate?
"I'm sorry Kane. I'm sorry I prevented you from meeting your mate. I know you've not been happy with me for a while now. You've been ignoring me but I want you to know that I never knew you'd been cold toward me because of your mate. I never realized our mates were the important memories I blocked."
"It's okay. I am not happy about this but I understand that your mind was fragile... I might not know my mate's name but I know yours. She spoke to me once...