Chapter 1

My Omega twin sister, Stella, discovered she looked just like our neighboring pack’s beloved Luna. So she unleashed a feral wolf on the Luna during the Hunting Ritual. She wanted to take her place and mate with the Alpha.

"Stop!"

I screamed. I ran for Luna Seraphina.

But I was too late.

A massive feral wolf burst from the bushes.

Its black fur gleamed under the moonlight—a bad omen.

Its eyes burned red with madness.

It lunged for Luna Seraphina on the sacred altar.

The pack warriors shifted in a heartbeat, but the feral was too fast.

Its claws tore through Seraphina's shoulder. Blood bloomed across her white robes.

"Protect the Luna!"

My sister Stella shot toward the altar like a bolt of lightning.

She clutched a pouch of herbs.

Her small frame was a picture of fake courage in the moonlight.

"Move! Get out of the way!" she roared at the stunned guards. "Are you just going to stand there and watch her bleed to death?"

I stood at the back of the crowd, watching her carefully staged performance unfold.

Memories of my past life flooded back.

Our family was from the Dust Tail pack.

We were nothing. Just the lowest Omegas living under the shadow of the powerful Silver Moon pack.

Once, Stella snuck into their territory to steal.

She bumped into their precious Luna and saw the resemblance.

So she planned an assassination. Right here, at the Hunt.

I looked around at the powerful Silver Moon warriors. Their auras were suffocating.

Then I looked at us. The pathetic Omegas from Dust Tail, cowering at the edges.

I almost laughed.

People like us weren't even allowed on the altar. We could only watch from the fringes.

And yet, my family dreamed of ruling this place.

In my last life, I stopped Stella the moment I realized her plan.

She screamed at me for ruining her chance.

She and my parents locked me in the cellar.

They tortured me for seventeen days until I finally died.

And now.

Same night. Same ritual. Same "accident."

But last time, I was the naive fool who rushed up, trying to help. Trying to save everyone.

This time, I said nothing.

Stella knelt by Seraphina’s side, expertly stopping the bleeding.

Her movements were precise, dripping with fake compassion.

The pack members around us were already singing her praises.

"Thank the Goddess for Stella."

"She's an angel."

"If it weren't for her, the Luna might have..."

I listened, feeling nothing.

Because I knew what was in that "life-saving" pouch of herbs.

Black silver powder. A death sentence for the Luna.

A whisper in my head. Stella. Using our threadbare mind link.

“Why aren't you helping? Her voice was laced with mock concern.”

I didn’t answer. I just watched her performance.

“Isolde! “she snapped, her tone sharp with disgust. “Are you just going to stand there looking like a corpse and embarrass us? Get over here and at least pretend to help!”

I finally answered. “With my ugly face? I'd better not steal your spotlight.”

There was a moment of silence.

Then her voice turned to ice.

“Good. You know your place. Now get lost. Don't let your pathetic stench ruin my big moment.”

There she was. The real Stella.

The guards carefully lifted the injured Seraphina onto a stretcher.

Stella followed close behind.

She pretended to be worried. In the chaos, she snatched the Moonglow necklace from Seraphina's chest—the symbol of the Luna.

It was a clean move. No one noticed.

Except me.

"Hurry! Get her to the medical bay!" Stella ordered the guards, already acting like she was in charge.

Just then, the pack elder, Aldric, appeared.

His old voice boomed across the ritual grounds, amplified by magic.

"Pack members! The Luna's injuries are worse than we thought. The feral wolf's attack carried a curse. It is draining her life force."

Worried murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"According to the ancient texts, only a member with the 'Moonstone Bloodline' can stabilize her through a Blood Resonance Ritual." Aldric’s eyes scanned the crowd. "All those with the Moonstone bloodline, report to the medical bay immediately."

My heart hammered against my ribs.

Only two people in the pack had the Moonstone bloodline.

One was Luna Seraphina.

The other was me.

The crowd began to move toward the medical bay.

I followed slowly behind them.

"Isolde!"

Stella appeared at my side.

Her face was still flushed from her "heroic" act, but her eyes glittered with excitement.

"Did you hear that? A Blood Resonance Ritual." She lowered her voice. "You know what that means."

I just looked at her, waiting.

"Don't you get it, Isolde?" She leaned close, her voice a triumphant whisper. "Seraphina isn't going to make it. Alpha Andrew once said my eyes looked like hers. When she's dead, I'll be the new Luna."

I took a deep breath, fighting down the rage.

The old me would have screamed at her.

I would have threatened to expose her.

And she would have turned it around, claiming I was just jealous.

This time, I did something different.

I lowered my head and gave her a weak, pathetic smile.

"Wow. Congrats, Stella. When you're Luna... do you think I could be a servant in your palace?"