After Rebirth, I Claimed My Silver Wolf Blood

As the daughter of the Silvermane Pack's strongest Alpha, I was born with two enviable protectors.

My brother, Adrian, couldn't bear to see me get a single scratch, and my mate, Liam, couldn't stand to see me shed a single tear.

But at my transformation ceremony, Iris, an exile's daughter, stole the Moon Goddess Potion that was meant for me.

She shifted first, becoming a rare, pure white wolf and capturing the awe of the entire pack.

I only confronted her about it, yet my brother handed me over to enemy rogues as a bargaining chip for a truce.

And my mate used wolfsbane to block my transformation, stealing my last chance to fight back.

With their silent consent, I was tortured by my enemies until death was a mercy.

Before I died, one of the rogues gloated, "So what if your father exiled me? My daughter, Iris, will soon be their Luna. The entire Silvermane Pack will be mine!"

I died, consumed by hatred.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day of my transformation ceremony.

Eyeing the preening white wolf before me, I sneered.

"Guards! Shave all her fur!"

...

"Damn it, the Moon Goddess Potion is gone!"

I jolted awake to the butler's panicked voice.

The first thing I registered was the familiar scent of my pack. I looked around and saw my own bedroom.

I realized the Moon Goddess had truly given me a second chance, returning me to the day of my transformation ceremony.

My eyes began to sting. I took a deep breath. "Don't panic."

"Bring me the holy water left over from the last full moon festival."

Though I appeared calm on the surface, I clearly remembered my past life.

The missing potion had sent my wolf into a fury, causing me to lose control of my transformation and miss the entire ceremony.

Meanwhile, Iris, the rogue's daughter who had stolen the potion, completed her first transformation flawlessly before the entire pack, shifting into a rare white wolf.

She won everyone's praise, her snow-white fur igniting a possessive fire in the eyes of the pack's males.

Since Iris was the cousin of my mate, Liam, I could only suppress the fury of my Alpha bloodline and warn her with a few words afterward.

Though Iris came from a rogue bloodline, she had exceptional combat skills and had thwarted several threats against the pack.

So Liam made an exception and promoted her to a Beta warrior within our pack.

But I never imagined that for a simple reprimand, my own mate would spike my food with wolfsbane, stripping me of all my power.

And my brother, who had doted on me since childhood, personally handed me over to a rival pack for a political alliance, calling it a truce for the pack's sake.

It was no different from sending me to my death.

I remembered my past life, dying under a rogue's claws as I received the final message from my brother, Adrian, through our mind-link: "Sacrificing your life for the pack's peace is a fitting end for a vicious she-wolf like you."

"You must pay the price for hurting Iris."

The same brother who used to fret over a simple scrape on my skin now completely disregarded my life, letting me suffer at the hands of those savages for three long years.

I finally succumbed and died in the dungeons of the rogue pack.

And I died on the very day my brother and Iris held their grand marking ceremony.

Remembering the humiliation of my past life, the silver wolf within me roared. Any lingering grief or fear was consumed by a bottomless well of rage.

The bonfire in the center of the ceremonial grounds burned brightly.

At this moment, Iris was bathed in a silvery, moon-like glow, transforming into a giant, pure white wolf.

Her pure white fur and her blue eyes, glittering in the darkness, held everyone present in awe.

"A gift from the Moon Goddess! It's the legendary sacred wolf form!"

"A white wolf bloodline... we haven't seen one in a century! She's like the legendary Daughter of the Moon!"

Shouts of praise erupted from the crowd.

I strode into the sacred grounds with the elite guards personally trained by my father.

I let the Alpha authority within me surge, forcing everyone present to bow their heads.

"Iris! You dare steal the Moon Goddess Potion meant for the Alpha bloodline! This is blasphemy against the Goddess herself!"

In this life, I strode toward Iris under the watchful eyes of the pack, a crystal vial of holy water in my hand.

Holy water is the most ancient and sacred relic of the werewolves. It can instantly reveal any disguised transformation, without exception.

This time, Iris had no escape.

I splashed the holy water directly onto her. The clear liquid glittered in the moonlight.

"Since you love performing transformations so much, let me show everyone your true face!"

The moment the holy water touched Iris's skin, the residual wolf fur on her body began to wither and fade. Her once snow-white fur turned a dull gray.

Her aura instantly plummeted to that of the lowest-ranking gray wolf.

I ordered the warriors beside me, "Seize this traitor!"

The guards moved forward, and silver shackles clamped onto the white wolf. Iris was forced back into her human form.

Everyone's gaze fell on me, and without exception, shock flickered in all their eyes.

The truth is, I have never needed the Moon Goddess Potion for my transformation.

As the only daughter of the pack's strongest Alpha, I wasn't just the noblest she-wolf in the entire pack.

I also possess the most noble and secret silver wolf bloodline. It gives me an aura that can bring any lesser wolf to their knees.

In comparison, no matter how she tried to disguise it, the inferior gray wolf bloodline in Iris was pale and weak.

Her noble ceremonial robe and her much-vaunted beauty seemed common and powerless before me.

I just never mentioned it in my past life, all to maintain the pack's stability and balance.

A flash of hatred crossed Iris's eyes, but looking at her own gray fur, tears streamed down her cheeks. "Selene… you actually used black magic on me!"

"How could you use an illusion to tamper with my white wolf bloodline!"

The surrounding pack members began to whisper, some casting doubtful glances.

"Is it really black magic?"

"How could a white wolf turn into a gray one?"

Faced with their doubts, I sneered, and the pressure of my silver wolf erupted from within me.

A powerful force swept through the grounds like a tide, stunning everyone into silence.

"I am the Alpha's daughter, the noblest bloodline of the Silvermane Pack. What need do I have for black magic?"

But Iris had always been skilled at playing the victim.

"Selene, I just wanted to offer a blessing for your coming-of-age ceremony, so I prepared a special transformation performance. I thought the potion was for public use..."

I sneered internally as I walked slowly toward her.

"A half-blood rogue like you could have had your very wolf shattered by forcibly absorbing its power. And you dare claim you didn't know?"

Besides, the holy water merely purified the disguise on you, showing everyone your true gray wolf form."

"Guards!" My voice cut through the whispers. "Shave all her fur and tear off her pack insignia! A traitor who blasphemes against the Goddess and our pack deserves a mark of shame she can never hide!"

The guards moved to obey. Iris shrieked, clutching the insignia desperately.

If it were torn off and she was shaved bare in public, she would never be able to show her face in the pack again.

"Selene, I just used your potion by mistake. Are you trying to kill me over it?"

I raised my hand and slapped Iris across the face.

"You dare to lie to my face. You broke the pack's laws, and you will face the consequences."

"I'd like to see anyone try to touch her!" A familiar voice rang out as my mate, Liam, rushed forward.

He kicked my guard aside and shielded Iris behind him.

His wolf was enraged on Iris's behalf, and his protectiveness over her sent sharp stabs of pain through our mate bond.

"Selene, don't take this too far."

"Iris clearly has a white wolf bloodline. What black magic did you use to turn her into a gray wolf? Undo it at once!"

"You are the Alpha's noblest daughter. You should be more mature and understanding, not use such wicked methods to frame an innocent Beta."

On the surface, Liam maintained a dignified calm, painting me as the unreasonable one.

Just as I was about to retort, his mind-link slammed into my thoughts.

This time, he didn't even bother to pretend.

"You're so spoiled, willful, and jealous, and now you're using black magic to harm people. You're not worthy of being my mate."

"I'll give you one chance. Restore Iris to her white wolf form, and I promise the title of my mate will still be yours."