The morning sun spilled across my face, warm and blinding. I jerked upright, gasping. My chest—
Whole. No blood, no wound.
The familiar scent of roses and lavender drifted through the air. My eyes darted around the small, neat chamber. The cracked wooden dresser. The little mirror by the window. The faded curtains my mother sewed with her own hands.
I knew this place.
This was my old room… back in the pack house.
"No… this can't be," I whispered, stumbling toward the mirror.
The girl staring back at me wasn't the Luna who had died in betrayal. She was younger, softer, untouched by the scars of a doomed marriage. My face—still innocent. My body—unmarked.
Tears filled my eyes.
The Moon Goddess had answered me. I had been reborn.
A sharp knock on the door startled me.
"Get up!" came a familiar voice—my cousin's, the same one who later betrayed me for the Alpha King's favor. My blood chilled.
I remembered.
I remembered everything.
This was before the war. Before the forced marriage. Before he destroyed everything.
The Alpha King.
My enemy.
My destined mate.
I clenched my fists, trembling between fury and dread.
"This time…" I whispered to the girl in the mirror, "I won't let you destroy me."