#Chapter 67 – The woman in the red cloak is a Slayer.

Erin’s POV “No, we aren’t done here,” I protested, rushing to catch up to him. We were in the forest just outside of his pack and I wanted to reach him before he left. “Why don’t you remember anything.” “There’s nothing to remember,” he muttered; he sounded so disinterested in anything that was going on. He had to be curious as to why he had no memory. “Are there just gaps of memory loss?” I asked. He finally stopped walking and growled in my face; it didn’t frighten me. If anything, I grew annoyed with his resistance. “You are relentless,” he sneered. “Why does this matter to you?” “Because I think something happened to you. This note isn’t a joke to me, and I saw you leaving it with my own eyes,” I say to him. “Just tell me what you remember last.” “Gavin,” he muttered. “I remember Gavin.” He said his name like it was a bad taste on his tongue. “Alpha Gavin?” I asked, raising my brows. “What do you remember about him?” “I don’t know. One minute I was walk