REBORN: THE CURSED LUNA

The night I died, I was carrying a carton of milk, six eggs, and the stupid hope that my husband might come home for dinner.It was raining hard enough to blur the lights along Silverpine Road. By the time I left the little convenience store, the bottom of the paper bag had already started to soften.I tucked it against my chest and hurried beneath the awnings.I should have driven.Lunas weren't supposed to wander around alone after dark, especially in weather like this.Then again, there were a lot of things Lunas weren't supposed to do.They weren't supposed to cook their own dinners because the household staff had mysteriously forgotten them.They weren't supposed to be ignored when they asked where their husbands were.And they definitely weren't supposed to spend their fourth wedding anniversary eating alone.Yet here I was.Mira Hale.Luna of Silverpine Pack.Wolf-less Omega.Wife of Alpha Rowan Hale.And, apparently, the only person in the manor who had noticed there was nothi

I wanted to hate Lena.It would have been easier if I did.After hearing her phone call the night I died, I'd already begun rewriting every memory I had of her.Every smile became fake.Every kindness became manipulation.Every time she'd sat beside me at some miserable pack dinner and quietly changed the subject when people started making jokes about my lack of a wolf suddenly had another explanation.She had wanted Rowan.Maybe she'd wanted my place too.But when I found her the morning after my death, Lena wasn't celebrating.She was sitting on my bed, crying.I stood in the doorway of my bedroom and watched her clutch the silver hairbrush Rowan had given me for our second anniversary."I'm sorry," she whispered.Her voice cracked."I'm so sorry, Mira."I stared at her."Are you?"She couldn't hear me.That was becoming the worst part of being dead.I could finally ask the questions I'd been too afraid to ask while alive, and nobody could answer me.Lena wiped her face with her sle

For several seconds, I forgot how to breathe.Rowan stood beside the window exactly as I remembered him.Same black shirt.Same sleeves rolled to his elbows.Same dark hair that never quite stayed where it was supposed to.He even had the small cut across his knuckles from sparring with Adrian that morning.Four years had disappeared from his face.The last time I'd seen him, he'd been kneeling in the rain with my blood on his hands.Now he was twenty-four again.Alive.Untouched by everything that had happened to us."Mira?"He took a step toward me.I flinched.Rowan stopped.His expression changed.Not much. Rowan had always been good at hiding what he felt.But I know him better now.Confusion."What's wrong?"Everything.I looked down at myself.My hands were trembling.I turned them over.No silver light.No blood.No broken skin.I pressed two fingers against my wrist.A pulse answered.Fast and strong.I was alive.A laugh escaped me.Then, without warning, tears followed.I c

Because he is the reason you couldn't hear me before.I stared at the photograph."How?"My wolf went silent."No. You don't get to say something like that and disappear."Nothing.I pressed my fingers to my temple."Who is he?"Still nothing.I was beginning to understand why people argued with their wolves.I turned the photograph over.There was nothing on the back except faded ink I couldn't make out in the weak candlelight.A knock sounded.I nearly dropped it."Mira?"Rowan.Of course.I had managed to send my husband away twice in one night, and somehow he kept coming back."What now?""Open the door.""I'm trying to sleep.""You're terrible at it."I looked down.Light showed beneath the door.He could obviously tell my candles were still burning.I slid the photograph beneath a folded dress and opened the door just enough to look at him.Rowan had changed.Not into nightclothes. Apparently neither of us was sleeping tonight.He now wore a dark jacket over his shirt."Are you