Chapter 372

Cole’s POV

“Dr. Leroux insisted that I wasn’t a rogue.”

I explain quietly with my head down. I pick a handful of fries off the plate and take one of the two cups of ranch for dipping.

“You are a werewolf. I can smell it.” She keeps her tone low and soft but no longer shocked.

“So I’ve been told.” I pop the first of my fries into my mouth, failing miserably to keep a nonchalant attitude.

“It bothers you.” Her voice has changed to a mix of shock and sadness.

“It’s hard to explain.” I stop as the server returns with drinks and salads. “When I woke up in the hospital several months ago I was diagnosed with dissociative amnesia and dormant wolf syndrome. The doctor there felt that going through what was known about what happened and the long list of injuries that I somehow survived would reverse the amnesia. The amnesia is my brain’s way of protecting me from the trauma that I endured, not just the trauma of this epic battle but, accor