As if he'd read my mind, Drew said, "Yeah, you'll probably have to meet them if you stay. But you're not a prisoner here, okay? Just because my pack thinks we're mated doesn't mean you can't leave if you want to, if you have somewhere to go. Since you remember your first and last name, we can look you up in an online database for missing persons. There is one, I checked. I didn't look for you yet, though. I thought you might want to do it yourself."
"We'll look in a while, okay?" I didn't think I could handle that yet. The thought of finding a family or friends, someone who'd been grieving for me, when I couldn't even remember they existed…well, that scared me even more than finding nothing at all. "What did you cook? It smells so good."
Drew blinked at me, and his mouth dropped open a little. "You're—just like that, Ash? You're not going to shout at me? Beat the shit out of me?"
