Chapter3
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Anna's rebirth:
Moments later I could feel the cold breeze of the woods hitting my skin slowly.
Immediately I opened my eyes widely and gasped out.
"What the hell!"
"What just happened?"
"Where am I?"
I knew something wasn't quite right, the last thing I remembered was dying.
Only the thought of that alone sent goosebumps down my spine.
I sat up as I was still lying on the cold grassy floor.
"Where am I?"
"This place doesn't look like the afterlife."
"What is really happening to me?" I screamed out loud as my voice echoed throughout the woods.
I stared at my body, I wasn't putting on the gown I wore as I renounced my title.
"If this is the afterlife, then the stories my father had told me were all wrong."
I muttered to myself as I stared around slowly.
All I could see were the woods, then my gaze fell on something familiar, something that belonged to my dad.
As I stared at my dad's pack house, I could only but imagine what my home was doing in the afterlife.
"Wait a minute…this is actually my dad's pack house."
Standing up, I walked around the woods and my eyes fell on some carvings that my dad and I had made the very day I just turned 18.
Nothing made perfect sense to me, all I remembered was I was betrayed and murdered by my best friend and Eric, a man I gave my all.
"Wait a minute…"
I muttered to myself as I peeped into the blue T-shirt I was now wearing.
"What the hell!!!"
To my greatest surprise, the wound from where my best friend had stabbed was not there anymore.
I plopped into a sand hill behind me as I stared into my shirt.
"This is impossible…I guess I'm maybe dreaming in the afterlife."
"How is that even possible?"
I muttered to myself, gazing down at my boots I spotted the same short dagger that Lisa had stabbed me with.
The dagger belonged to my dad, as I stared at it, memories of how I was murdered hit me like a tidal wave crashing onto the shore.
The memories flooded my mind with a rush of emotions – betrayal, pain, and anger intertwined like a tangled web.
I couldn't comprehend how I was now alive, standing in the familiar surroundings of my father's pack house, without a trace of the fatal wound that should have taken my life.
I took hold of the dagger and cut myself on my palm slowly but deeply.
"What the heck!"
I screamed as I gazed at my palm as blood dripped down my palm and hit the green grass slowly but continuously.
"If I was actually dead I shouldn't be feeling pain and more especially I shouldn't even be bleeding."
I muttered to myself as I stared at the whole thing happening right in front of me with my mouth agape.
I stood up immediately and used a bandage on my boots to tie my hands. I was confused and dismayed at the same time.
Spotting a tree behind me, I climbed and jumped from the top to the grassy base below thinking, "Maybe I can jolt myself out of this dream."
But I was wrong, I only ended up jumping from the top of that tree and twisting my ankle.
I tried to connect with my wolf Zia but I just couldn't at the moment.
As I sat there on the sand hill, the cool breeze of the woods gently caressing my skin, I realized that this couldn't be a dream.
Everything was just so real, the bloody cut I had just given myself and the pain from my twisted ankle.
"There just has to be a catch to all this."
"I can't just be stabbed to death and still be alive," I whispered to myself.
I tried to recall all that had transpired between me and my evil best friend and Eric.
The last time I could remember was Alpha Alfred racing towards me some seconds after Lisa and Eric left me to die.
I recalled him screaming " Anna please don't go..."
As I recalled all this, tears welled down my eyes as I realized how foolish and gullible I had actually been all these years.
As I wiped my tears slowly I immediately recalled the last request I made on the bloody wooden altar.
"Oh moon goddess, what have I done to deserve all this misery…all I ask is for a second chance again to get it right this time around."
Those exact words I said ran through my mind like a well-edited audio playback.
"Wait a second! Did the moon goddess actually grant me a second chance?"
"Is that why I'm still alive?"
"Am I… reborn?"
The thought lingered in my mind, a glimmer of hope amidst the confusion and disbelief.
"Could it be possible that I was given a second chance at life?
With trembling hands, I reached out and picked up the dagger, feeling its familiar weight in my palm.
It was a tangible reminder of the past, of the betrayal that had led to my demise.
Yet, here I was, holding onto it in a realm that defied all logic.
Immediately I heaved the dagger far into the woods.
As I stood up and looked around, I noticed subtle changes in the landscape.
The colours seemed more vibrant, the air fresher, as if this world held a different energy altogether.
It was both exhilarating and daunting, this unknown territory I found myself in.
"I have to find answers."
I muttered to myself, determination sparking within me.
If I was indeed given a second chance, I couldn't waste it.
There were mysteries to unravel, truths to uncover, and a path to forge anew.
With renewed purpose, I set off towards the pack house, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.
The journey ahead was uncertain, but I was no longer Anna who succumbed to betrayal.
I was reborn, with a strength and resilience born from the ashes of my past life.
As I matched towards the pack house, I heard a rather familiar voice.
"Anna, I have been yellin
g your name everywhere."
"Where have you been?"
"Go get dressed, we are late for the party."
Immediately I turned, and my gaze fell on her.
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