To Soothe the Feral Marches
I am the daughter of the Thorne Clan's Alpha, fated to two Alphas.
I treated Cora, an orphan our pack took in, like my own sister, even sharing my rare moonstones with her.
But on the night of my heat, she dosed my mates with a potion of corrupted moonlight and slipped into their beds.
The next day, those two Alphas publicly announced that their wolves had chosen Cora.
My parents were so furious their Alpha auras flared uncontrollably, but I simply smiled and wished them well.
Because I had been reborn.
In my past life, weakness led me to forgive them. I suppressed my gift as an 'Anima Soother' and devoted myself to protecting their pack. My reward? A poison laced with silver dust and wolfsbane that tore my wolf from my very soul.
This life, I immediately contacted the sanctuary in the 'Feral Marches' to secure my position.
On the day I left, those two Alphas knelt at my door, holding moonstones and begging me to take them back.
I watched them with cold eyes, picked up my suitcase, and strode away without a backward glance.
Behind me, their whispers followed: "She's just playing hard to get. We'll need a real bonding ring to win her back…"