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“Arise Mitena, your wolf has sacrificed itself for your rebirth. Let's hope you can stop it this time,” a voice rang in Mitena’s head as she gradually woke up from sleep.
She could feel little pain in her body, as if she had gone through some battering, but there was no major pain.
Mitena sprang to her feet when she discovered that she was truly alive. She first looked around her room to ascertain that she wasn't in the cell. After that, she ran to the mirror and checked her face; she sighed to realize she was intact.
She was alive! Her mind screamed but a silence in her head made her realize that all that had happened wasn't a dream. The voice that had woken her had said that her wolf had sacrificed itself for her rebirth hence the silence in her mind link with her wolf.
Anger burned in her chest. The residue of her anger just before she breathed her last in her previous life.
“I am going to take revenge for everything. Those hypocrites,” Mitena vowed.
She rushed to the alarm clock on her table, which also displayed the date, to determine the exact date she had been reborn. It was the twenty-second of the fifth month of the year. It was early in the morning just some minutes after seven o'clock am. She smiled in satisfaction. She was reborn exactly three days before Koko was brought to the pack.
Mitena walked to the bed and sat at the edge. She could only hope that this time, she was able to stop whatever plans her husband's family and her husband had and save herself, her parents, and the throne.
She wished she had been reborn on that date. She sighed and sincerely hoped she had time to stop everything. She hoped it was not too short a time but that didn't stop her from scheming in her heart, trying to come up with the best way to go about her revenge.
Mitena was so lost in thought that she didn't hear the knock on the door. When she finally heard, she was a little startled, but she quickly composed herself.
“Come in,” she said in her usually clear and calm voice.
“Good morning, my beautiful princess,” Martha, her husband’s mother, greeted her with a smile as she walked into the room.
Mitena almost sneered knowing fully well that the smile on Martha's face was fake. In her previous life, she had thought the smile was sincere and her concerns were motherly but she now knew better.
“Good morning, mother,” Mitena greeted quickly, hiding the disdain from her voice.
“I saw your husband downstairs, so I thought you would already be awake,” Martha said, still maintaining her smile.
“Is anything the matter mother?” Mitena asked.
“No. I was just checking up on you,” Martha said then sat beside Mitena on the bed.
Mitena wished she could just push Martha from the bed and make her fall. The fact that she knew she had pretended to care in the past three years of her marriage to her son infuriated her but she couldn't let them know she was on to them.
“Mitena darling, I don't know if you have noticed, but it seems as if we might have a deficiency in the number of wool materials produced recently in the pack. What do you think?” Martha asked.
“I have never been to the wool factory here, mother, so I don't know if they are underproducing or not,” Mitena said regally.
“Ah! I am such a scatterbrain,” Martha said, chuckling a little.
In her previous life, Mitena would have told Martha not to call herself that. She would have told her that it was okay to forget things but she didn't this time because she herself had a repertoire of ugly names in her head lined up for Martha because she deserved every bit of the names. So instead of correcting Martha she said something entirely different.
“Are they underproducing?” Mitena asked.
“Actually yes. And I think that is because we do not produce a lot of wool here in the pack,” Martha said.
“I guess wool can be imported from other packs then to help boost production,” Mitena said pretending as if she didn't know what Martha was driving at.
“Wool is very expensive except if we can get help from the palace. You know that getting wool from there would help since the palace will have a lot to spare,” Martha said.
“That is a splendid idea. I will talk to Father about it,” Mitena promised even though she knew in her heart that she wasn't going to talk to her father about anything.
In her previous life, she would have made sure that the pack got what they needed. Sometimes she would lead troops to the palace to get resources for the pack but that was no longer happening.
“Mitena darling, did you notice that your husband is not very happy?” Martha said.
“Really? I didn't notice that. He seems okay to me,” Mitena said.
“He is not okay. There is a shortage of ammunition, and since his father put him in charge of that department, he is feeling inadequate,” Martha said.
“He looked okay when he came in last night. Could he be hiding his pain from me?” Mitena said playing along.
Martha had always started her sentences with the same words over the years. She had always talked about her son's plight to guilt Mitena into helping her son get help from the palace. Mitena knew better now but she just had to play along.
“He should have talked to me about that. I will talk to the king and I will make sure that my husband smiles soon,” Mitena said and Martha's smile widened.
Martha's hypocritical smile widened, and Mitena had to control herself so that her anger didn't show on her face.
Martha had worn the same smile over the years and Mitena had never suspected anything. She had argued with her father at a time when she needed funds for her husband's pack. It had taken the intervention of her mother to calm both father and daughter down.
“So we should rely on the fact that you are going to step into this, too, right?” Martha asked smiling happily. There was glee in her eyes. She should be happy. She had again won or she thought.
“Of course. Count on me. I will talk to the king about everything,” Mitena said but her heart was saying something entirely different. In her heart, she vowed to make sure she avenges herself and gets back every resource and fund they ever got.
Martha thanked Mitena and then left. Mitena shook her head in deep thought. She had grown up spoiled by her parents. They had pampered her so much that she saw life as a bed of roses.
When Mitena had gotten married, she had wanted to learn how to be a good Luna but her husband's family had thought it was not necessary. She, too, had accepted and continued living her soft life. She now realized that they had only encouraged her to be lazy so that she could be blindsided and ignorant of schemes and intrigued. Besides, not knowing these things made it easier to have her completely under their control.
Mitena thought for a long time and decided that she had a limited time so the best thing was to let her parents in on what was happening.
She quickly got ready to depart. She left the main building and was about to turn in the direction that would lead her out of the compound when she saw her husband's Beta, Keme, mercilessly flogging a slave.
There was blood and wounds all over the slave’s body, yet he wouldn't stop beating him. Keme was beating the slave as if he were aiming to kill him. Every strike in Mitena's eyes was like a strike too many.
One thing Mitena noticed was that the slave wasn't shouting and crying for mercy. That must really be infuriating Keme. In her previous life, she might have looked the other way, but not anymore.
Whatever it was she needed to stop it. Damn the consequences!
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