Reborn for Revenge: The White Luna

Three

ADIANA

I’d been trying to reach my brother ever since my birthday—desperately, endlessly—but every call, every message had gone unanswered. He would never forget this day. That was what haunted me the most. Something was wrong, and the silence only fed the storm of anxiety building inside me.

Right now, he was all I had. The only one who’d never lied to me, never looked at me like I was less. He was my anchor in a world that had begun to unravel at the seams, and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him, too.

After what Amy did—after Alpha Marcus turned his back on me, after the rejection that left me hollow—I’d made up my mind. I was done with mates. The whole idea of fated love felt like a cruel joke carved into my skin.

If the Moon Goddess believed I was strong enough to survive the agony she forced on me, then so be it. I didn’t want love. I didn’t want destiny. I wanted retribution.

And I would get it—one enemy at a time.

I had tossed and turned in my bed for hours, unable to sleep. Eventually, the exhaustion claimed me and I passed out for a couple of hours before I smelled something awful—something burning, and then some screaming.

What was happening?

It took a second for me to comprehend, but when I did, the reality sank in.

There were screaming women and children everywhere as I rushed out of my bedroom. Chaos and madness took over, and before someone would even explain to me, I already knew.

We were under attack by the rogues.

It was not uncommon for Rogues to attack a wolf territory, given they were always in search of food and supplies, but our security had been tight, or so I thought.

I had visions from my past life that our tribe was going to be attacked, that we were going to be outnumbered, but everything was in pieces and fragments.

“Help us! Help us, we are here!” I heard a woman cry as I dashed towards the source and saw a woman bleeding helplessly. Her child, a boy, clung to her body as she tried to protect her son from the invaders.

Dodging a few arrows from the rogues, I helped them into safety, but I knew it was not enough.

In a matter of time, the rogues would outnumber us. Given that Alpha Marcus had just assumed his role, he was still immature and unseasoned to deal with this. But I was not going to let innocent people die because he was naive and unprepared.

Sprinting towards my room, I reached for the secret stash of weapons, one I had hidden some time back. I dropped to the floor and lifted the loose board I had pried up the night before. Beneath it, wrapped in a cloth and hidden from sight, was my secret. A silver dagger with a carved bone hilt. A small pistol—an old revolver—carefully loaded with wolfsbane-laced bullets. I had hidden them here, convinced this day would come. I didn’t know how I had known, only that I had.

I had barely used the dagger or gun, but Hera was constantly with me, supporting me.

“You can do this,” she whispered.

My heart pounded, but my hands were steady. And suddenly, the screams outside grew louder.

As I stepped outside, I realized that the scene before me was something out of a nightmare. The pack warriors were indeed fighting, keeping out as many rogues as possible, but it was not nearly enough.

There was blood everywhere, and the rogues were nothing in human or wolf form. They were tearing through the pack, snarling and ripping through anything that stood in their way. Warriors fought back with claws and teeth, but many had been caught off guard, still in their human skins.

I raised my gun from a distance and shot a few bullets that hit three of the rouges, instantly decapacitating them, but five of them had already gotten away.

Fuck! I cursed myself. I was not an experienced shooter, but this was already costing us.

Near the dining hall, I spotted Maren, the older woman who ran our kitchen, cornered by a rogue. He was massive, towering over her, his mouth open and teeth bared.

I ran towards them and raised the revolver, aimed, and fired twice. The shots rang out over the chaos, and immediately the rogue crumpled to the ground. Maren let out a cry before escaping as another rogue charged after her. However, this time, I aimed right and shot him at the back of his head.

Goddess! How many rogues were still out there?

Suddenly, I recalled that there was a safe place for the children in the lower cabins, but these rogues could easily tear through that. The dread moved my legs on their own. I sprinted toward the south end of the compound, dodging falling debris and ducking past fighting wolves.

As I passed the old tree, a rogue lunged at me, with his claws swiping through the air and taking me down in a surprise. But instincts took over as I dropped low, rolled to the side, and slashed upward with the dagger. The silver bit deep into his side, making him let out a dying scream before collapsing.

Only then did I hear a piercing shrill of a child’s cry coming from one of the quarters. When I neared, I saw a child of about five sitting near the broken fence. Her small body was pressed against the wood, and tears streaked her dirt-smudged cheeks. But a rogue was already stalking towards her, with his eyes glowing with hunger. He was too close for a shot, so I knew I had to distract him.

“Hey!” I yelled, picking up a rock and throwing it hard.

The rogue turned his head toward me. That was all the opening I needed. I charged forward, leapt, and drove the dagger into his neck with both hands. His blood sprayed across my arms, and his body collapsed.

I dropped to my knees beside the child as she clung to me, sobbing.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “You’re safe now.”

I lifted her into my arms and ran. I had to get her to the old cellar behind the mess hall. Most people had forgotten about it, but I remembered. I had gone there once when I was younger, exploring. It was hidden beneath the old wine barrels and crates. If we could reach it, she’d be safe.

I dodged a burning tree limb, her small arms clutching my neck. I reached the cellar, pried the trapdoor open, and carefully lowered her inside.

“There,” I said gently, brushing her hair back. “Stay here. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.”

Her wide eyes locked on mine, and she nodded.

I closed the trapdoor and turned away.

That was when I saw something that made me stop cold.

A few yards away, hidden in the shadows behind a supply shed, stood Amy.

She was dressed in white. The fabric flowed around her ankles like something from a dream. And to my absolute horror, she looked untouched by the violence around us, as if it were a regular day. But it wasn’t her appearance that made my stomach twist.

She wasn’t alone.

A man stood with her. He was tall and thin, and he was definitely not from our pack.

And then it struck me.

He was a rogue.

A rogue, dressed in plain clothes, with a gold chain bracelet on his wrist, was calm as if he didn’t have blood on his hands. They were speaking softly and intimately, far too softly. It was not even possible for an average wolf to listen in on this, but I was no average wolf. The Goddess has blessed me with some powers, and that included advanced hearing.

All I needed was to risk myself and move a little closer. And when I did, fragments of their conversation almost made me gasp.

“Information like that costs a lot, Rhek,” Amy said, her voice dripping with disdain. I watched as she took a pouch from his hand, peeked inside, and slipped it casually into the folds of her dress like it meant nothing.

The man leaned in, his voice low and smooth. “You’ll get everything you want… when the time is right.”

Amy’s eyes flared with impatience. “Do I strike you as someone who waits for the right time?”

A crooked smile curled on his face. “You certainly don’t, Luna.”

Luna.

The word felt like a slap.

Amy’s lips lifted in satisfaction. “Good. Then we understand each other.”

The rogue nodded before narrowing his eyes. “How did you manage to become the Luna, by the way? You were not the fated mate.”

Amy smirked. “I have my powers, and I know how to use them. Now, go way before someone catches us.”

I stood there, rooted in place, my breath lodged in my throat. I had always known Amy was ambitious, maybe even ruthless, but this? Trading secrets with a rogue? Selling out her own people?

This wasn’t just deception—it was treason.

She had everything. She was moments away from becoming Luna, to be respected, desired, and admired. So why betray the very people who lifted her to power?

Unless… she never cared about the pack at all.

And suddenly, the enemy wasn’t just outside our walls.

ETHAN

I had just closed the final trade deal and was preparing to head back. It was the longest I’d ever been away from Adiana.

And it was hell.

Every day without her felt like something was missing, like a part of me had been carved out and left behind in that village. Every night, the wolf inside me paced and growled, restless, agitated, as if it knew something I didn’t. I’d tell myself she was safe, that Adiana was strong—stronger than anyone I knew—but the ache never left my chest.

I didn’t know why I felt so drawn to her, so protective, when I should have been used to this by now. She wasn’t a child anymore. She had seen more pain than anyone should, and yet she never let the darkness break her. She was light—bright, unyielding, untainted. And Goddess, she was perfect.

I was stuffing the last of the herbs into my satchel when the air changed. Heavier. Colder. Like the forest was holding its breath.

Then my phone rang.

I snatched it up before the first ring ended. My stomach twisted when I heard the strained voice on the other end.

“Attack… the tribe…”

That’s all he managed before his voice broke into coughing—wet, raw, like he was choking on blood. Then—silence.

My blood froze.

“What?! Where is Adiana? Where is she?!” I shouted into the phone. No answer. The call dropped. Just like that.

The panic hit me like a tidal wave. There wasn’t even time to think. My body moved before my mind could catch up. The rare herbs, the business deal—none of it mattered anymore. I couldn’t lose her. I wouldn’t survive it.

I stormed back to the hotel in a blur, yanked my travel bag over my shoulder, and ran. My pulse thundered in my ears as I shifted into my wolf form just outside the city gates. I didn’t stop for breath. I didn’t stop for pain. I ran like the world was ending—because if she was gone, mine would.

I ran like a madman, and all I could see was Adiana—her face, her smile, the soft way she used to fall asleep leaning against my shoulder. Her laugh, bright and sharp, never quite hid the pain in her eyes. She had just turned eighteen. She was supposed to be celebrating, finally claiming her place in the tribe. She was supposed to be safe.

She should have been protected, loved, and held. I could not forgive myself for missing her eighteenth birthday, her first shift, anyway.

She should have been with him—the one she was fated to, the one who should’ve shielded her with his life. But he rejected her. I could have killed him for that. I still might.

And now—now she was alone. In danger. My worst nightmare was playing out, and I wasn’t there to stop it.

Please, I begged the Moon Goddess, again and again as my paws pounded the earth. Please don’t let me be too late. Please, I’ll give anything. Take everything. Just don’t take her.