Chapter 309: Daddy, You Have To Remember Us

Chapter 309: Daddy, You Have To Remember Us
"I need to run some cognitive tests," Dr. Helena announced, pulling a chair closer to Tristan's bedside.

Kieran appeared in the doorway. "The children should probably—"

"Yes." I moved toward the couch where Orion and Lyra were beginning to stir. "Can you take them to the children's area? They don't need to hear this."

Kieran nodded, gently waking the twins. "Come on, little ones. Let's go find some breakfast."

Lyra rubbed her eyes sleepily. "Where's Daddy? Is he better?"

"He's talking to the doctors right now," Kieran said carefully. "We'll come back soon."

After they left, Dr. Helena began her examination. I stood in the corne.

"Tell me today's date," she instructed.

Tristan blinked slowly. "Today is... I'm not entirely sure. Time feels confused."

"Your full name?"

"Tristan Wolfbane, Alpha of Silverblood Pack."

"Do you recognize this gentleman?" She gestured toward Fenris.

"Of course. That's my father, Fenris Wolfbane, former Alpha."

"And this lady?" She indicated Isolde.

"My mother, Isolde."

Dr. Helena's pen scratched against her clipboard. Then she turned toward me. "What about this woman?"

Tristan's gaze swept over me without a flicker of recognition. When he spoke, his tone was perfectly neutral—the voice one might use with a store clerk.

"I don't know her."

The casual dismissal felt like being stabbed. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

"Mr. Wolfbane, these two children we just sent out—do you remember them?"

Tristan considered this carefully. "I don't recall ever seeing them before. But they do resemble me somewhat."

Dr. Helena set down her clipboard with a heavy sigh. "I need to run additional tests, but I also found something else concerning during your physical examination."

Fenris leaned forward. "What kind of concerning?"

"Beyond the brain trauma, your body is showing signs of extreme weakness that go far beyond what head injuries typically cause." She flipped through her notes. "We detected that your wolf has almost completely disappeared."

Isolde gasped. "Wolf disappearing? How is that possible?"

Tristan tried to reach inward, to touch that primal part of himself. His face went pale. "I... I can't feel my wolf at all."

"Is there treatment?" Fenris demanded.

Dr. Helena shook her head. "This condition is extremely rare. To my knowledge, only one experimental medication could help—something Dr. Eldreth developed. But that's..."

"Lunaris Essence," I said quietly.

Everyone turned to stare at me.

Dr. Helena's eyebrows rose. "You're familiar with that compound?"

I nodded. "Eldreth gave Fenris the only vial to treat weakened inner wolves. But now..."

Fenris's shoulders slumped. "I used the entire dose to maintain my own health."

An hour later, Dr. Helena led us down the sterile hospital corridor to her office. She gestured for us to take seats around her desk. Medical charts and brain scan images covered every surface.

"I've completed my analysis of the test results," she began, settling into her chair. Her expression was grave as she opened a thick file. "What we're dealing with here is an extremely rare form of selective memory loss."

She pulled out several brain scans, pointing to highlighted areas. "He remembers all family members, friends, colleagues—everyone except you, Miss Lysandra, and your children. It's as if those specific memories have been surgically removed."

Dr. Helena returned to her chair, her expression growing more serious. "What we're dealing with here is an extremely rare form of selective memory loss."

Fenris stared at his son in shock. "Why only them?"

"Under extreme emotional trauma, the brain sometimes chooses to 'protect' itself by sealing away the most painful or complex emotional memories." Dr. Helena's clinical tone couldn't soften the devastating news. "The location of his head injury directly affected the emotional memory center."

I found my voice, though it came out barely above a whisper. "You're saying he deliberately forgot us?"

"Not deliberately—unconsciously. It's a self-preservation mechanism. His brain is actively avoiding those particular memories."

Isolde moved closer to the bed. "But he could recover them? Eventually?"

Dr. Helena hesitated. "Theoretically possible, but this precise type of selective amnesia is notoriously difficult to treat. The brain seems determined to keep those memories locked away."

The office fell silent except for the distant sounds of hospital activity.

Fenris voiced what we were all thinking. "You're saying he might never remember Lysandra and the children?"

Dr. Helena nodded slowly. "More troubling—since he's lost all emotional memories related to them, his attitude toward them may revert to what it was initially. Coldness, suspicion, even hostility."

The words struck me like physical blows. I gripped the armrests of my chair to stay upright.

"However," Dr. Helena continued, "if we could restore his wolf first, that might help with memory recovery. Sometimes wolf instincts are more powerful than human consciousness."

I took a shaky breath, then made a decision that surprised everyone in the room.

"I have that medication."

Shocked silence greeted my words.

"When I worked with Eldreth on his research, we successfully synthesized a similar healing compound." I met Fenris's stunned gaze. "I kept a small vial for emergencies."

Fenris stepped forward, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Lysandra, you would..."

"Regardless of whether he remembers me, he's still the children's father. I will save him."



Two hours later, Kieran brought the twins back from the children's area. They stood hesitantly in the doorway, sensing the heavy atmosphere that filled the room.

Lyra peeked around Kieran's legs. "Mommy? Why does everyone look so sad?"

I quickly wiped my eyes, forcing a smile. "The doctors are just explaining how to help Daddy get better."

Orion studied the adults' faces with unsettling perception. "Something's wrong, isn't it?"

Before I could answer, Lyra broke away from Kieran and approached the bed with characteristic fearlessness.

"Daddy?" Her small voice was tentative. "Are you feeling better?"

Tristan looked down at her with gentle but distant eyes. "Hello there, little one. You're..."

"I'm Lyra!" She bounced on her toes, hope lighting her face. "And that's my brother Orion! We're twins!"

Orion joined his sister beside the bed, tears already threatening. "We're your babies. I'm Orion, she's Lyra."

Tristan nodded politely. "It's nice to meet you both. You seem like very well-behaved children."

The formal distance in his voice made Lyra's smile falter. She looked back at me in confusion.