Threads of Fading Memory – K. S. Whitman 7

Threads of Fading Memory – K. S. Whitman 7 Summary

 

In the days following, both the Alpha and Luma persistently contacted me, urging me to rejoin the Shadowmire pack. Their voices were almost desperate, but I stood firm in my refusal, having fought hard to escape that life and determined never to return.

 

When the day of my dinner with Zane arrived, he showed up as expected—dressed simply in black with his cap pulled low to avoid drawing attention. As the Alpha of Coghaven and a Chief Alpha on the council, he needed to keep a low profile, especially around the Shadowmire pack where he could become a target for gossip or attacks. I had reserved a quiet, private room, hoping for a peaceful evening.

 

However, the calm was shattered when Damon burst in, grabbing my wrist and angrily confronting me about dining with Zane. I quickly freed myself, standing protectively in front of Zane and asserting that Damon no longer had any control over me since we were no longer mates. Damon’s fury escalated as he accused me of killing his pup, blaming me for pushing Raven, who lost the pup. I dismissed his claims, pointing out the surveillance footage in his villa and hinting at Raven’s hidden motives, as she had faked her death and sought power in another pack.

 

Damon was left speechless, his anger fading into desperation as he begged me to return, promising forgiveness. I brushed him off, mocking his delusions and deciding to leave the place with Zane, who calmly agreed. The tense confrontation ended with us seeking a new location away from the suffocating atmosphere Damon created.

 

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Chapter 7

In the days that followed, both the Alpha and Luma reached out to me repeatedly. Their voices were insistent, almost pleading, as they tried to persuade me to rejoin the Shadowmire pack. But I refused without a second thought. I had fought tooth and nail to escape that place, and there was absolutely no chance I would return.

When the day of the dinner I had arranged with Zane finally arrived, he appeared just as I expected—dressed simply in black, his cap pulled low over his brow. I understood why he chose to keep a low profile. As the Alpha of Coghaven, and especially as the Chief Alpha with a seat on the council, he was constantly under scrutiny. Showing up in a border pack like Shadowmire would only make him vulnerable to gossip and potential attacks.

I reserved a quiet, private room at the back of the restaurant, hoping for a peaceful evening. But barely had we settled when Damon suddenly stormed in. Without hesitation, he grabbed my wrist and growled, “How dare you be having dinner with him!”

I yanked my hand free, my brow knitting into a frown. “Who do you think you are, trying to control me?” I didn’t hold back—I extended my claws just enough to make him recoil and release his grip. Then, stepping forward, I positioned myself protectively in front of Zane.

Not that Zane needed protection, but I wasn’t about to let anyone twist the situation into something it wasn’t. Damon froze, his eyes narrowing as he stared at me. “Are you trying to protect him?” he demanded.

I shot back sharply, “Of course I am. Or maybe you’re suggesting I should protect you instead? Damon, have you forgotten we’re no longer mates? Whatever we had ended a long time ago.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched violently, and then he roared, “I’ll never let you go! You killed my pup, and you have to take responsibility!”

His words stunned me for a moment. “What are you talking about?” I asked, unable to hide my disbelief.

He hissed through clenched teeth, “You pushed Raven, and she lost the pup! You owe her for that pain!”

A bitter laugh escaped me, short and incredulous. “Your villa is covered with surveillance cameras. Check the footage yourself. And if you have any sense left, you should be digging into what she’s hiding.”

In my previous life, Raven had faked her death and slipped away, only to resurface in another pack where she clung to power. It was absurd to think Damon believed she would risk losing her pup just to frame me. No, she was simply removing obstacles in her path.

Damon stood frozen, the color draining from his furious face. I mimicked the mocking tone he once used on me and let out a quiet scoff. “Better wake up early.”

Just as I thought this pathetic scene was over, he suddenly stepped forward, placing himself between me and Zane. His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was rough as he said, “Thalia, if you came back now, I’d pretend none of this ever happened and forgive you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, Damon, you really should see a psychiatrist.”

Brushing past him, I turned to Zane. “This place reeks. Let’s find somewhere else.”

Zane nodded quietly, his voice calm and steady. “Sure.”

Chapter 8

Conclusion

 

The confrontation with Damon left a bitter taste, underscoring the tangled web of past grievances and unresolved emotions that still clung to me. Despite his desperate pleas and accusations, I stood firm in my decision to move forward, refusing to be drawn back into the shadows of a life I had fought so hard to escape. Protecting Zane in that moment wasn’t just about him—it was about reclaiming my own strength and asserting my independence against the chaos Damon represented.

 

As Zane and I left the suffocating atmosphere behind, a quiet sense of relief settled over me. The path ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, I felt a flicker of hope. The threads of fading memory no longer held me captive; instead, they served as a reminder of how far I had come and the resilience I still carried within. Together, we stepped into the night, ready to face whatever lay ahead with newfound resolve.

 

What to Expect in Next Chapter?

 

Tensions simmer beneath the surface as old wounds and unresolved feelings threaten to ignite once more. The confrontation with Damon leaves a bitter taste, hinting at deeper conflicts that refuse to stay buried. As Thalia and Zane seek refuge from the chaos, the fragile peace between them feels both a sanctuary and a powder keg waiting to explode. The shadows of the past loom large, and the choices they make now could change everything.

 

In the next chapter, expect emotions to run high as alliances are tested and secrets claw their way into the light. The delicate balance between trust and suspicion will be challenged, and the true nature of the characters’ relationships will become clearer. With every step forward, the stakes rise, drawing them deeper into a web of intrigue where loyalty is fragile and danger lurks in unexpected places.