The Luna Rebirth

The Luna Rebirth

Rose Mary

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Betrayed by her closest ally and poisoned by those she trusted most, Luna Seraphina thought her story ended with her death. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Reborn into the body of Astrid, a rogue with untapped power, Seraphina returns to her pack to uncover the truth. No one recognizes her-not even her mate, Kieran, who unknowingly cast her aside. As she pursues justice, an undeniable passion ignites between her and Kieran, risking everything- or offering her the redemption she craves.

The Luna Rebirth Chapter 1 1

Seraphina POV

The cold seeped into my bones, waking me from a dreamless void. My eyelids felt heavy, my limbs foreign, as though they belonged to someone else. The last thing I remembered was the sharp pain of poison coursing through my veins and the betrayal etched in the smirk of the one I trusted most... But I wasn't dead. Not anymore.

The soft rustle of leaves reached my ears, accompanied by the faint scent of damp earth. My fingers twitched, brushing against the rough texture of dirt and roots. A groan escaped my lips, the sound unfamiliar to my own ears. Slowly, I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above.

The forest around me was quiet, unnervingly so. I pushed myself upright, my body sluggish and uncooperative. Glancing down, I froze. These weren't my hands-smaller, calloused, with faint scars crisscrossing the knuckles. Panic surged, but before it could overwhelm me, a whisper echoed in my mind.

"You are not finished yet, Seraphina."

The voice was gentle yet commanding, familiar in a way that made my chest ache. The Moon Goddess. She had done this. She had brought me back. But why? And why in this body?

A sharp pang shot through my skull, memories not my own flooding in-a girl named Astrid, running, hunted, rejected. Her pain tangled with mine, a storm of anguish and fury. She had been cast out, deemed unworthy, and left to fend for herself. Her story mirrored mine in ways that felt too cruel to be coincidence.

My breathing steadied, determination hardening within me. This wasn't the end; it was a beginning. The Moon Goddess didn't grant second chances lightly. If she placed me here, in this broken body with its buried power, it was for a reason.

Pushing to my feet, I winced at the stiffness in my joints. The forest swayed slightly, and I leaned against a tree for balance. Hunger clawed at my stomach, but the urgency to move overwhelmed it. I didn't know where I was, but I knew where I needed to go.

Home.

The thought brought a bitter taste to my mouth. Was it still my home? Did they mourn me, or was my death celebrated? Did Kieran-no. My jaw clenched. He didn't deserve my thoughts, not after rejecting me, not after failing to protect me.

A snap of a branch pulled me from my spiral. My senses sharpened, heart pounding in my chest. I wasn't alone.

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Kieran POV

The rogue stench hit me before I saw her. My patrol had been uneventful until now, the usual unease of the forest pressing against me. But this was different. There was no fear in the air, no desperation-just a presence that didn't belong.

My wolf stirred, his attention shifting to the east. I signaled for the others to stay back, moving silently through the underbrush. The rogue came into view moments later, leaning against a tree.

She looked small, frail even, but there was something about her that kept me from dismissing her outright. The way she stood, the set of her jaw-she didn't carry the defeated air of a typical rogue.

"What are you doing here?" My voice cut through the silence like a blade.

She turned slowly, her gaze locking onto mine. The impact of her eyes hit me like a physical blow. Blue-green, bright and haunting, they seemed to pierce through me, searching for something I couldn't name.

"Looking for a place to rest," she said, her voice steady despite the tension crackling between us.

Her answer didn't satisfy me. Rogues rarely wandered into pack lands without a reason, and this one had an edge to her that set my instincts on high alert.

"This is Thorne pack territory," I said, stepping closer. "Rogues aren't welcome here."

"I'm not here to cause trouble," she replied, tilting her chin defiantly. "I'll leave if you want, but I'd prefer not to collapse from hunger first."

Her words caught me off guard. Most rogues begged or lied to save themselves, but she stood her ground. Something about her was off, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I should know her.

My wolf growled low in my mind, urging me to get closer, to scent her properly. I ignored him, keeping my distance.

"What's your name?"

She hesitated, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. "Astrid."

The name didn't ring any bells, yet the unease remained. I studied her for a moment longer before stepping aside. "You'll come with me. Any sign of trouble, and you're dead."

Her lips twitched, almost forming a smirk. "Fair enough."

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Seraphina POV

The weight of Kieran's gaze lingered long after I followed him through the forest. He didn't recognize me. I'd half-expected him to, despite knowing it was impossible. This body wasn't mine, and the bond we'd once shared was severed the moment he rejected me.

Still, his presence felt like both a balm and a wound. My heart ached, but I pushed the emotion down. There was no room for weakness, not now.

The pack came into view, its high walls as imposing as I remembered. The scent of familiar wolves hit me like a punch to the gut. Memories surged-laughter, betrayal, love, loss. My fingers curled into fists, nails biting into my palms.

Kieran led me through the gates, his posture stiff, every step measured. The wolves who noticed us eyed me with suspicion, whispers trailing in our wake.

"What's a rogue doing here?" one muttered.

"Must be desperate," another sneered.

Their words barely registered. My focus remained on the Alpha walking ahead of me, his broad shoulders tense, his head held high. He hadn't changed much, yet there was a hardness to him now that hadn't been there before.

He stopped abruptly, turning to face me. "You'll stay in the holding cells until we figure out what to do with you."

The coldness in his tone stung, but I nodded. Fighting back now would only raise suspicions. I needed time to plan, to uncover the truth without drawing attention.

Kieran's gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, his eyes narrowing slightly. Then he turned and walked away, leaving me in the hands of a guard.

The cell was small and damp, but it didn't matter. I wasn't here to stay. I was here to uncover the truth, and nothing- not even Kieran-would stop me.

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“Betrayed by her closest ally and poisoned by those she trusted most, Luna Seraphina thought her story ended with her death. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Reborn into the body of Astrid, a rogue with untapped power, Seraphina returns to her pack to uncover the truth. No one recognizes her-not even her mate, Kieran, who unknowingly cast her aside. As she pursues justice, an undeniable passion ignites between her and Kieran, risking everything- or offering her the redemption she craves.”
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