Reborn in Silence
396 Words
Six months later, Lagos City, Human Realm
The morning air buzzed with ambition.
Zaria strode into the glass tower of The Fenrir Group, her heels clicking against polished marble. Her tailored black suit fit like armor, her red lipstick a silent warning: This was no longer a woman to cross.
Six months had passed since Crescent Moon Pack turned its back on her. Six months since she let the pain burn her clean. She hadn’t returned to her pack. She hadn’t begged. She hadn’t broken.
Instead, she built.
She had taken the funds left behind by her late mother an heiress the pack never knew about and turned them into something powerful. Zaria Fenrir & Associates, now the most talked-about law firm in the city, was known for destroying corrupt billionaires, shielding abused women, and crushing competitors in the courtroom.
Everyone wanted to know the woman behind the empire.
But no one knew her truth.
Not her bloodline.
Not the power she still carried in her bones.
And certainly not that the Luna they had thrown away was still alive and rising.
“Morning, Boss,” said Amara, her assistant, jogging beside her with a tablet. “You have a 9 a.m. deposition with the Langston Group, a lunch meeting with a potential investor, and…”
Amara hesitated. “A message from someone who claimed to know you from your ‘former life.’ He wouldn’t leave a name. Just said: ‘Tell her the Crescent Moon misses her howl.’”
Zaria didn’t slow.
“Block the number. Burn the message.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She entered her office a sleek space with black and gold accents, floor to ceiling windows, and no family photos, no memories of the past. Only a locked drawer held the silver ring Kael once gave her. She kept it not for sentiment but as a reminder.
Weakness had a shape.
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: You can’t hide from who you are forever, Luna.
She stared at the screen, her jaw clenched.
She wasn’t hiding.
She was waiting.
The world thought Zaria Fenrir was just a corporate queen, a self-made legend.
What they didn’t know was that she was still mated to the moon.
Still tied to power older than kingdoms.
And when she decided to return, it wouldn’t be to ask for forgiveness.
It would be to take everything.
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