Reborn for Revenge: The White Luna

Two

ADIANA

I used to dream of this day.

My eighteenth birthday. The day I would finally shift, finally feel my wolf beneath my skin, ready to run, to howl, to take my place within this pack. I thought—foolishly—that this would be the beginning of everything a shifter could ever dream of—of power, purpose, and love.

But I should have known better.

So as the first light of dawn crept through the window and touched my skin, I didn’t tremble.

I didn’t hope.

I prepared.

As I prepared myself for the day, I missed the presence of my brother. He should have been here, by my side, holding my hand, as I took the very first step towards the most important day in my life.

I took a deep breath and carefully started to braid my hair as I contemplated the event. The white dress I had chosen was one of a kind, the one symbolizing my wolf, honouring her.

I wished it would have symbolized purity and perfection, but I was far from it. My life had already been forged with fire and blood, and in this lifetime, it was only vengeance that I craved for.

This birthday, my eighteenth, was supposed to be the beginning of everything. The first shift. The awakening of the true power inside me—the white wolf reborn. But the world around me didn’t know who I truly was, not yet.

And they would pay the price for underestimating me.

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“Aren’t you nervous?” a familiar voice chimed from behind me as I finished my breakfast.

I turned slowly to find Amy standing there, her lips curled in a dazzling smile, and her silver gown catching the light like spun moonlight. If I hadn’t known the truth, I might have believed the affection in her eyes. I might have clung to her like I did once, desperate for a friend.

But that was a different me.

“I mean,” she continued, stepping closer and linking her arm through mine like we were little girls again, “your first shift, your first real moment as a she-wolf! Adinana! It’s so exciting. I’ve been thinking about this day for weeks.” She gave a light giggle, like this was all a dream we shared.

I tilted my head slightly, my lips curving into the kind of soft, grateful smile she expected. “You’re always so thoughtful, Amy.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Of course I am. We’ve always looked out for each other, haven’t we?”

I said nothing and smiled.

I leaned in, just slightly, letting the performance continue. “I couldn’t imagine going through this without you here, especially when my brother is not here.”

She beamed. “I hope it goes smoothly. You know, not everyone gets a clean shift. Sometimes it’s… painful and ugly. I hope you won’t have to go through that. And there’s the thing about finding a mate, too.”

There it was, the slight edge in her voice that I had missed earlier.

I nodded gently. “I’m sure I’ll manage. And as for my mate, I will see what the Moon Goddess has chosen for me.”

She blinked, just once, her smile faltering the smallest bit, like she had expected more nerves from me but instead, she was the one who seemed unsettled.

So, I gave her calm.

“Thank you for being here for me,” I added sweetly. “You always know how to make a girl feel safe.”

She squeezed my arm. “That’s what best friends are for.”

“Right,” I murmured, holding her gaze for a long, quiet moment. “Best friends.”

I let her walk beside me a little longer, let her believe the lie she wanted so badly to uphold.

But inside, I was already sharpening my blade.

The day rolled into the night as the darkness enveloped the Earth while the full moon rose high in the sky, shining upon the pack.

The pack had gathered in the sacred clearing under the moonlit sky as the air filled with energy. I could hear the pack wolves whispering my name, looking at me like I was the unwanted one—the odd, misplaced, not quite worth examining. Most had already decided who I was: an orphan girl clinging to a place she didn’t earn, a charity case carried by the kindness of a brother who was far too good for her.

Alpha Marcus stood at the center of the circle like a carved statue—beautiful, untouchable, and utterly hollow. His posture was perfect, chin high, shoulders squared, and gaze so sharp, it could cut through stone. I used to think that intensity meant depth. But I knew better now. All that power, and yet so blind.

A little far away, there stood Amy, my best friend.

I looked up at the sky, watching the moon rise above my head as if the Goddess was blessing me with all her divine power. And then I felt it, that ancient pulse of power surging within me. My wolf, Hera, was awakened. And no sooner did my skin feel like on fire, every muscle ached, bones twisted and reshaped. I would not lie—it was painful, more than I imagined, but I knew it was just about time when my wolf would take over.

And it did.

She was as magnificent as regal, with her white fur, standing tall and proud amidst the pack. I could hear the gasps rippling through the pack.

A white wolf.

It was something they had not seen in centuries, and while there were various myths and folklore surrounding the white wolf, I knew within me the power I held.

“They are confused,” my wolf, Hera, said, looking around.

“Because they do not know who we are,” I said.

I watched as Amy looked at me with a curious and confused gaze while Alpha Marcus simply sneered in disgust.

“That’s our…mate,” Hera whispered.

“Not for long,” I replied.

Marcus stomped closer to my wolf form as silence fell over. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes… his eyes burned with something cold and contemptuous.

"This is it?" He sneered in disgust. “This is what the goddess fated for me?”

Hera looked him in the eye as he continued. “An alpha paired with an omega? Do you even know how weak you are?”

A wave murmur passed through the crowd.

“Poor Alpha, he must have expected someone better.”

“He should reject her at once.”

I did not pay any heed to those empty words.

Marcus walked around me. “I need a Luna who reflects my power. Not a porcelain wolf who might shatter under pressure.”

I could feel Hera crushing under the weight of his cruel words, but I knew in my bones that my wolf was neither weak nor without self-esteem.

Besides, I already knew what was coming, and this time, I was ready.

"I, Alpha Kieran of the Bloodthorn Pack,” he announced, voice rising, “reject you as my fated mate."

He turned to the side, extending his hand with a theatrical flourish. “And I’ve chosen Amy as my Chosen Mate. She is everything a Luna should be—ambitious, fierce, worthy.”

The crowd gasped again, louder this time. All heads whipped to Amy, who stood glowing in silver, tears sparkling in her eyes as if she did not know.

I slowly returned to my human form as Marcus marched to his lover. I could feel so many eyes on me, wanting me to break, beg, or cry for mercy, except I did not.

Marcus pulled Amy into a tight hug, while Hera whimpered softly. I understood that it was not easy for her, but she was strong.

“Alpha Marcus,” I called out, startling almost everyone.

I slowly approached them, watching Amy look at me with confused eyes. At least, that shadow of pretense was gone, replaced by stark jealousy.

“I, Adiana Black, gladly accept your rejection,” I said with a smile.

Marcus’s eyes narrowed, his sneer curling slowly across his lips. “You don’t care?”

I offered him a slow blink and a voice dipped in velvet. “Not in the slightest. In fact, I should be thanking the Goddess for your rejection.”

His growl cut through the air, sharp and low, but I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even spare him a glance.

Instead, I turned to Amy. Her wide, stunned eyes met mine, and I gave her a smile that held no warmth—only calm, glacial finality. “Congratulations, Luna.”

Behind me, I could practically feel Marcus fuming. The rejection had been his power play—but my indifference, my utter dismissal, that was the real blow. Alphas like him didn’t handle being ignored. Entitlement had made him believe he was untouchable, that even his cruelty would be welcomed. But I hadn’t begged. I hadn’t crumbled. I had done the one thing his ego couldn’t withstand.

I had humiliated him by walking away.

Let the pack see now. Let them witness the girl they thought weak, insignificant, and easily cast aside—stand tall, unaffected, and unbound.

I turned from them both, my bare feet sinking slightly into the earth with every step, and walked into the night as though I were born from it. Above me, the moonlight shimmered on my skin, trailing behind like a quiet, divine witness to the transformation they had tried to deny me.

They didn’t destroy me.

They released me.

They freed me.