Reborn for Revenge: The White Luna

ADIANA “Did you really think that Marcus would ever choose you over me?” Amy burst out laughing, still holding onto the knife dripping with my blood. I wanted to speak. Ask her why. Beg, even. But I couldn’t. I had already been stabbed several times, and my mouth was frothing, my lungs struggling to suck in air. My body lay helpless, twitching, bleeding out on the cold marble floor while they stood there—smiling. They watched me die like it was the most entertaining thing they’d seen all week. “You were nothing but useless to me, Adiana,” Alpha Marcus said, pulling Amy close to himself. The two people closest to me, the two people I loved dearly, my mate and my best friend, who did not spare a single moment to twist the knife—literally—behind my back and watched me fall. That was the last thing I saw—my mate and my best friend, arm in arm, triumphant, watching the life drain out of me. I don’t know what hurt more—my lungs filling with blood or my heart breaking into a million shards. I had loved Marcus for as long as I could remember. Before I knew what love even meant. Before I ever dreamed he might be my mate. And when I finally found out he was my mate, I was beyond elated. The kind of joy that only comes once in a lifetime. I would’ve followed him anywhere. To war, to death, and even to the end of the world. And Amy. My best friend. My sister in every way that mattered—until the moment she took everything from me. I watched helplessly as her lips curled in satisfaction while his eyes were nothing but ice. Once upon a time, his eyes were full of promises and love, and my heart was still trying to believe that this was all some mistake. But it wasn’t. Somewhere in the distance, I heard a wolf howl—and I jolted upright, my breath caught in my throat, and my body drenched in cold sweat. My chest heaved, sweat clinging to every inch of my skin, and it took a moment to realize that I was even alive. I looked around wildly, half-expecting blood, Amy’s twisted smile… but I was in my room. My childhood bedroom and within the familiar four walls, as moonlight spilled through the window like a soft silver veil. “What was happening?” I whispered. I reached for the glass of water on the bedside table, and I realized something odd—something nearly impossible. The date was 15th April—a day before I would turn eighteen. I blinked. Tomorrow would be my birthday, the day I would have my wolf find my mate, and yet I knew who my mate was. It was Alpha Marcus…but…nothing made sense. I was not supposed to know this. Goddess, what was happening? Nothing made sense. I rushed to the bathroom, barely aware of my legs moving beneath me. I turned on the light and gripped the edges of the sink. My heart was pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears. That’s when I saw it. The scar. The marks. There were faint, but still there. Five knife wound marks marred my torso, just like I had envisioned. It was then that my breath came in ragged waves as I clutched the edge of the basin. And I remembered everything. I wasn’t just a girl on the eve of her eighteenth birthday. I was something else and someone else. I was the White Wolf. I was the chosen protector and warrior of the Moon Goddess, until they destroyed me. And now... I was reborn. And this rebirth was a gift from the Moon Goddess. It took me some time to bring myself some stability because no matter how much I tried to calm my mind, my senses, and the animal within me, I was far from composed. The images would not leave my mind, no matter how hard I tried. The smug look on their faces and Amy’s voice whispering sweet poison into Alpha’s ear. I had always believed that Amy and I shared a bond, a bond between two sisters not bound by blood. She had been by my side for as long as I could remember, all the more reason her betrayal bled deeper than the knife wounds. And Marcus, he was handsome and gallant, and my wolf was instantly enthralled by his aura. Little did I know that I should have known better. I remembered how I ran to Amy, declaring that my wolf had found her mate, and it was none other than Alpha Marcus, and how she embraced me with joy and sweet words. I had never known that Amy had any feelings for Marcus because she would rarely mention him or even spare him a look, even though every female in the pack had their eyes on him. It was not just his rank but his alpha aura that attracted them like a magnet, and I was no exception. I leaned against the sink, breathless. My knees nearly buckled beneath me. My mind was spiraling, my senses buzzing, my pulse refusing to calm. The wolf inside me—it was stirring, growling softly, and she was ready to leap out of my skin. I tried to silence the chaos in my head, but the images wouldn’t stop. Amy’s voice. Her poison words. The way she had smiled when I told her Marcus was my mate. The fake joy in her eyes. The false congratulations. I remembered how she pulled me in for a hug and whispered, “You deserve the world, Adiana.” Goddess, she lied through her teeth. At this point, I could only rely on someone—the only one I trusted the most—my brother, Ethan. I rushed out of my bedroom, running into his room only to find out that it was empty. And then I remembered, slowly, that Ethan had been away for more than three days now. He had been looking for those rare products-- wintershade and duskleaf herbs. He’d left with a kiss on my forehead and a warning not to go into the woods while he was gone. Typical big brother he was, and every act of his kindness, I was grateful. He was the only one I could count on. If he had any idea what was waking up inside me, he wouldn’t have left me alone. I slowly walked back to the bedroom, feeling strange and out of body. It was like I was being rewritten from the inside out. As I neared the window of my room, feeling the night air against my skin, I could feel the power of my white wolf being awakened inside of me. Every sound, every touch, and every feeling intensified, and with that, came rage—unbridled and infinite. Slowly, every image of that fateful day began to replay inside my head. It was not a dream or a nightmare anymore, it was like I was living the past—one fragment at a time. Alpha’s voice, low and cruel: You’re not strong enough to stand beside me. Amy’s smile: You were never meant to have that power. It belongs to someone worthy. I retreated way from the window and sat on the floor in the corner of the room, my knees pulled to my chest, and the blanket around my shoulders doing nothing to stop the cold that was seeping into my bones. Not the kind of cold that comes from outside. This was the kind that creeps in when your entire world collapses. But beneath the sorrow, beneath the horror... there was something else. Purpose. I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms. My second chance wasn’t going to be wasted. I wasn’t here to live quietly, to play the victim again. I was here to change my fate and to rewrite the ending. “I do not know how or why…you gave me a second chance, but I am going to make it worth it,” I whispered, looking above, knowing full well that the Holy Goddess was looking over me. They took everything from me once. They won’t get the chance to do it again. Because I’m not that girl anymore. I am the White Wolf reborn. And I swear on the ashes of my past life—they will never forget it.