Reborn to Reject the Supreme Alpha

formal presentat

take the place of my dead twin sister, Celeste, to

nce the glory of being a Luna throug

the registry, the Alpha's Marking bite cau

y slowly died, my family did

out the Pack's political alliance,

erground cell lined with toxic sil

ing the deadly metal slowly burn my fles

nizing breath, I

derer just because I survived the

so willing to bury me ali

he Moon Goddess had pull

ormy week before my

e, and the supreme White Wolf insid

pte

phin

through time, right to the stormy

r, my hands fly

n was

ks, no burning venom, no teari

s al

lling of wet earth and rot, seeped through the warped window sash, and the drumming of wa

e Pack-the first of the ceremonies leadin

died a horrific death b

scent and take the place of my dead twin

er of a Pack, and his bite i

he contract, his Marking bite caused a seve

blood boiling in my veins while my

of my attic ro

hed in, her thin cloth

ng members of our Pack, forc

bowed, trembling a

sound, "your mother... she's taken it. She took the moo

I had to grind my molars together to swallow the hot, met

ready awake, pacing

happened when I

nto the old silver m

our kind, capable of burning our flesh

looked at me as if I were a rogue wolf

s hook and moved past the sh

stle and walked directly into t

y where my mo

halfway up the mountain, sur

rt and decaying lea

, I saw a flickering lantern illu

in the mud in front

she held my mo

me Seraphina carved i

name, using a small pestle wrapped in thick cloth to protect

to receive the bless

the shadows, paralyzed by the gu

my identity in the

this

t a furious roar tha

ws, my boots crunching lou

pping the lantern as

eak, I dropped to m

rushed the silver. The sting was a familiar agony, but I did not recoil. Instead, I closed my fingers around

, sending sharp jolts of pain

off the stone using

doing here?" my mother shrieked, her

angling the amulet i

id, my voice a low counterpoint

ock, and then her face

and slapped me har

ing. "You have no room in your heart for your poor sis

allic tang of bl

ack to look at her, my ex

r fingers like claws, and snatched the amulet from my grasp. I could have held on. I chose not to. The amulet was a symbol, but her panic tol

e turning and scrambling away into the darkn

of jewelry was a trifle. The war for

my lip, but it could not wash a

ack would know that I

my family's castle, expecting to claim a bride named Celeste. He had no i