Coming Back as Enemy's Luna

11. Help

= Amara =

“She’s stable now, Alpha,” the doctor—Izza, a woman whose face I saw almost every day—spoke carefully, like every word might trigger something she didn’t want to face. Her eyes flicked up to Mikael with thinly veiled fear, and suddenly the room felt smaller.

I swept my gaze around the room. Same group I usually encounter everyday. But today, something was different.

Everyone was stiff. Coiled. Terrified, even.

Aside from Izza and the nurses, Mikael stood near the bed like a storm locked inside human bone. Beside him was a man I somehow recognize—broad-shouldered, quiet, and carrying the unmistakable twin fang marks on his forearm. A beta. That explained the posture, the discipline… but not the suffocating tension weighing on the room.

It was Mikael’s energy doing that.

“Are you certain?” Mikael’s voice dropped to a low rumble—controlled, but edged with impatience. Annoyance. The kind of tone that could strip the color from anyone’s face. If he wasn’t satisfied with Izza’s answer, all hell would break loose.

No wonder everyone looked like they were preparing to die.

I took in a sharp breath, feeling the static of Mikael’s aura scrape at my skin.

“Y-Yes, Alpha,” Izza stammered. Her voice strained, trembling on the edges. She risked a quick glance at me—seeking reassurance? Permission? I couldn’t tell—before she forced her attention back to Mikael. Then her gaze dropped immediately, like the weight of his presence pressed her head down.

Her hands shook so visibly that she laced her fingers together, trying to hide the tremor.

“The patient is doing well. Her wound has completely healed and she can…” Izza let her words trail off, almost deliberately.

I frowned at her, a tiny crease forming between my brows. She can what? What was she trying to imply?

“How about her presence?” Mikael pressed, his voice calm but edged with concern. “Are you certain this is only because she’s an outcast—because she isn’t part of any pack?”

My shoulders slumped at the reminder. The weight of it settled on me all over again. Without thinking, my fingers drifted to the faint, fading mark on the left side of my chest.

The moment Izza rushed here,, Mikael had immediately demanded she check on me. I knew why. He needed to confirm that I wasn’t dying—because my presence, the very essence that tied a wolf to the world, had been flickering like a candle about to burn out.

Hearing it spoken aloud by someone else… it carved a deeper ache inside me. The reality stung: I was a lone wolf now.

“Yes, Alpha,” Izza said softly. “That’s the only reason her presence was… diminishing.”

The room grew still, the silence stretching and settling like fog. Then, after a long moment, Mikael dismissed everyone with a quiet nod.

For a heartbeat, it felt like déjà vu—the two of us left behind in an empty room, the air thick with unspoken things.

He moved toward the bed. I was sitting up near the headboard, tense. When he lowered himself onto the edge of the mattress, the wood groaning under his weight, I instinctively shifted back, pressing myself closer to the headboard as if distance could protect me from… whatever this was.

As if he might sit too close.

His whole face hardened, shadowed by something dark and unreadable. I had to bite down on my lower lip just to stop myself from scoffing. Honestly? Now that my body had finally stopped aching and the fever was gone, I felt like myself again—sharp edges, rough temper and all.

And because of that, I’d spent the last hour reminding myself, over and over, to stay calm. To breathe. To remember that the man in front of me wasn’t just anyone; he was the one person who could help me get the revenge I’d been craving in the past days.

But earlier… yeah, I slipped. The moment I felt cornered, I snapped back like an instinct I couldn’t kill. And when he lost his patience and hauled me onto the bed like I weighed nothing, the humiliation burned so deep I overreacted without thinking.

“So, uh… what finally made you come visit?” I asked, forcing a lighter tone to cut through the tension thickening the air.

“To see if you’re still fvcking alive,” he said flatly, not a single muscle on his face softening. My fist curled on instinct. Every cell in my body wanted to throw his insult back at him—but I swallowed it.

Control yourself, Amara. This man is the key. The one who can help you destroy the people who ruined you.

“Well,” I said, pushing my voice into something steady, “now that you’ve confirmed I’m still breathing… I have a deal to propose.”

A faint smirk tugged at his mouth. “Straight to business, huh?”

“Yes,” I shot back. “Because who knows when I’ll get this chance again? You might vanish for another week. I’m not planning to wait around like that again.”

His eyes narrowed, sharp and dangerous. “What is it?”

I straightened, leaning in just enough for him to notice. He did—his gaze flickered—but I didn’t pull back.

“I want your help,” I said quietly, deliberately. “To bring down the Gravemire Pack.”