“Oh.” She thought she had more time to figure things out, to try and remember her life. Her feel-ings for the wolf were strong, but were they strong enough? He shoved open his door and reached for her, unsnapping her belt and tugging her across the seat. “Do you love me?” She clutched his arms as he swept her into the night. “Yes.” The time for coyness, indecision, and insecurity had passed. “I love you.” Her brain didn’t remember him, but her heart was full of him. But was love enough? What if her brain really wasn’t functioning right? He tucked her close. “I’ve loved you for eleven years . . . and the last ten have been hell. No more distance, I promise.” She snuggled her face into his neck. Without memories, she’d be leaping on faith. Maybe this type of decision needed to come from the heart, and not from the brain.
