Reborn for Revenge: The White Luna

Four

ADIANA

The truth felt like a heavy blow against the confines of my chest. Amy had betrayed me. She hadn’t just stolen my mate, though that had been enough to rip open old wounds, but now I knew she had betrayed the pack. The very people who had loved her. The man she claimed to love.

That betrayal ran deeper than anything I could’ve imagined.

I couldn’t help but blame myself. I should have seen it. I should have picked up on the subtle shifts in her behavior, the tension in her voice, the sidelong glances, the quiet moments where she seemed too detached. But I’d ignored them, convinced myself I was overthinking.

Now, I had another chance. A second opportunity to uncover whatever else she was hiding, and this time, I wouldn’t let it slip through my fingers. If I had to risk everything to protect the innocent lives in this pack—my pack—I would, without hesitation.

I moved swiftly through the trees, senses sharp. To my left, I spotted a rogue, muscles tensed, eyes locked on a young she-wolf who had already lost too much blood. She wouldn’t last another minute if I didn’t step in.

Without thinking, I veered toward them and lifted my hands. My voice was steady despite the storm churning inside me.

“Let her go, and I won’t hurt you.”

He looked at me with disbelief, then rage. “You dare threaten me, b***h?”

Then he lunged.

Exactly what I needed.

The rogues were already beginning to retreat. They’d taken their chances, done what damage they could, and now they were falling back—injured, broken, many of them leaving their dead behind. This hadn’t been a victory for them. But it wasn’t a victory for us, either. We were bleeding. Reeling. And I did not doubt that Amy’s betrayal had opened the door for this attack.

I just didn’t have the proof. Not yet.

The rogue’s weight slammed into me, dragging me to the ground. I cried out as I hit the forest floor, branches and stones scraping across my skin. Dirt filled my mouth. I kicked out, but he was too strong. He gripped my arm and pulled me along like a trophy.

“Shut up!” he barked, and when I didn’t obey quickly enough, he struck me in the back of the head.

He had no idea who I was. No idea what kind of power he had just laid hands on.

The white wolf.

I let my body go limp, slumping forward as if I’d passed out from the blow. He didn’t notice the way I kept my breathing even or how I shifted my wrists slightly to prevent the rope from cutting too deep. The knots were messy, rushed. Easy to undo, when the time came.

The pain barely registered anymore. It was a distant throb, background noise to the fury quietly building inside me. My magic stirred beneath my skin, simmering just under the surface.

This was the moment I had been waiting for.

I’d lived this before. Not in this exact way, but close enough. In another life, this k********g had unraveled me. I’d panicked, made foolish choices, and lost my way in the darkness. I’d been too scared, too unprepared.

But this time, I was wide awake. I knew the stakes.

Every step the rogue took, every rustle of the trees, every shift in the earth beneath his feet—I noted it all. I became a part of the forest, soaking in every detail. There was a group of moss-covered stones near a dip in the path. A tree with a branch that curled like a claw toward the sky. A stream not far from us split into three separate channels—one heading toward the hills, one circling back into the forest, and one vanishing into the marsh. I traced each landmark in my mind, committing it to memory.

He thought I was unconscious, that I’d bleed out quietly, docile and broken.

He was wrong.

Somewhere out there, I knew Ethan was already searching for me. My brother wouldn’t stop until he found me. He’d turn the world upside down if he had to. That thought gave me a flicker of warmth, just enough to soften the steel inside me.

I wasn’t waiting for a rescue. I wouldn’t sit in the shadows hoping someone else would finish what I’d started. But I worried for him, worried what he might walk into if he wasn’t careful.

Because this was bigger than just a betrayal. Bigger than me or Amy or even the pack.

Something darker was moving beneath the surface.

And this time, I wouldn’t run from it. This time, I would face it on my terms. And I would not lose.

XXX

The monster’s lair was a maze of death. I have been dragged from the vehicle to the basement cells, just as I had known. And all along the way, I had already hidden the shard of glass that helped me loosen the rope, and in time, carefully cut to down as well.

“Where do we put her for now?” asked one of the rogues who dragged me down.

The other one kicked one of my feet, and I bit down on my tongue to resist the pain. “Let the Alpha decide what to do with her. Let’s dump her in the cell for now.”

“I don’t see why the Alpha insisted on bringing her here. We could have just killed her,” added the previous rogue.

As they spoke, I was brought inside one of the dingy cells, stinking with blood and rotten things.

“The alpha must have a plan,” one of them murmured. “Let’s go.”

I heard the rogues leave, and until then pretended to be unconscious. And only when the iron bars slammed shut, did I open my eyes and sit straighter.

My first order of business was the cut the ropes, precise enough to fake my captivity once again if needed, and slip out of the cell. I had quite a vivid dream of this place, and as far as I remember, there was a tunnel connecting the basement to the Rogue King’s place.

It took me some time to loosen the rope, and when I did, I took out a pin from my bun and unlocked the cell.

Once free, I looked around to see if the coast was clear and immediately headed for my mission. It took me some time to dodge the patrolling rogues, and there weren’t many; given that so many of them were either killed or injured, it made my task easy.

Once I managed to make it to the end of the tunnel, it did not take long to find the Rogue King’s lair. It was the only place that was lit up, and I was crouched in the shadows of a narrow side, peering through the gap.

To my utter surprise, he was pacing. A raging expression filled his face, and a woman stood beside him. She was cloaked in black, from head to toe, saying something I could barely catch.

“You told me that it would be easy!” he fumed, his fists balled by his sides as he paced faster.

I took a risk and moved a little closer. “…the white wolf.” I heard her say. The voice was incredibly familiar, and before my mind could put a name to it, I watched her lift the cloak.

Amy.

She stood beside the Rogue King, cloaked in a shimmering black robe that did nothing to soften the cruelty in her eyes. Her blond hair was braided with bones—small, animal ones, but symbolic nonetheless. A mockery of the moon’s sacred rites. She held a parchment in one hand, worn and cracked with age, while the other gestured in wild arcs as she spoke.

“The white wolf blood must be awakened fully before the extraction begins,” she said, her voice sharp and commanding. “She’ll shift again in a few days. The moon’s pull is already working on her. We will drain her power during the mature transformation—it’s the only way it can be transferred.”

I gritted my teeth.

So that was their plan.

In my past life, I had never known the exact ritual they used—only that I had awakened chained, my power blazing to the surface, and then…nothing. Darkness and death.

“She’s more dangerous than you think,” the Rogue King muttered. He was massive, with skin like cracked bark and eyes like bloodshot embers. “She’s not just any wolf. The White One is tied to the old blood.”

“I know what she is,” Amy snapped. “That’s why we need to act before she realizes it. Before she learns to wield it. That power was meant for me. I’ve studied the ritual. I’m ready.”

My stomach turned. So this was never about strength. Never about love, or friendship, or anything real. Amy had wanted my power from the beginning. She envied it-no, coveted it-like a crown she believed she deserved, like every pretty thing.

“You’ll have your chance,” the Rogue King said. “But if you fail—”

“I won’t,” Amy hissed. “I’ve planned too long for this.”

They moved away, deeper into the chamber, their voices fading. I stayed frozen for a beat longer, then slowly backed away from the c***k with my mind racing.

She wanted to steal my power.

That ritual—it wasn’t just dark magic. It was ancient and forbidden. A blood-bonded rite that hadn’t been used in centuries. I had only seen references to it in my dreams, memories carried from a time before my rebirth. But now, it was clear.

Amy planned to use my first shift to tear the white wolf from my soul and bind it to her own.

Except she will never have it.