Reborn: I Let the Wolves Hunt Them

"I heard wolves roam this trail, so I brought a gift for everyone," Kimberly Thatcher said with a shy smile.

As she spoke, she reached into her backpack and pulled out a bundle of embroidered sachets. "These are good luck charms I made myself. With these, the wolves will keep their distance, and we'll all be safe."

My boyfriend, Fabian Lowell, lit up instantly.

"You probably don't know this, but Kimberly has always been Lady Luck back home," he cut in. "Last year, when the whole town flooded, her family's house was the only place unaffected."

"Seriously?" someone in the group exclaimed.

Fabian replied firmly, "Of course! Ever since she was a kid, everything seemed to go right wherever she was. These charms she made will definitely keep us safe."

The group broke into cheers, and everyone began scrambling to snatch a good luck charm for themselves.

Curious, one woman asked, "What's in these?"

"It's my own special blend. These herbs are meant to keep danger away. It's an old recipe my grandma taught me," Kimberly explained softly.

Fabian proudly added, "Her grandma's a well-known psychic back home. These are the real deal."

At that, another wave of admiration swept through the crowd.

Out of nowhere, someone shoved me hard. I stumbled and nearly fell.

When I turned, Fabian was glaring at me in disgust. "Priscilla Jensen! Stop daydreaming and get over here to tie the charms!"

My fingers trembled as the truth crashed over me—I had been reborn.

In my past life, it had been the same morning with sunlight glaring down on us. Kimberly had smiled sweetly as she held the delicate embroidered charms.

But right then and there, I exposed her. I told everyone that the sachets were stuffed with herbs that attracted wolves. Immediately, the others panicked and threw the good luck charms back at Kimberly.

Her eyes had been red-rimmed as she glared at me. "Priscilla, why do you always have to single me out?"

After saying that, she turned and ran. By the time we found her, her body lay cold and lifeless at the bottom of a cliff.

When we met for dinner ten days later, everyone still carried bruises and scars from the hike.

Fabian suddenly set down his fork and said coldly, "If we'd had Kimberly's good luck charms, none of this would've happened."

All eyes turned to me—the only one who had come back unscathed. They looked like they wanted me dead.

I had no idea who struck first. But someone, in a burst of rage, flung a pot of boiling stew over me.

"This is all your fault! You were jealous of Fabian and Kimberly, so you insisted her charms were a problem! Because of you, we were hurt, and Kimberly's dead!"

Their curses rang in my ears as my skin burned. Just like that, I died in agony in that private room.

Thinking about it now sent a shiver running down my spine.

Before I could react, Fabian had already seized my wrist and tried to drag me over to tie the charms.

My instincts kicked in. I flung my arm hard to break free. Almost immediately, a sharp crack rang out as my palm struck Fabian square across the face.

The group went dead silent.

I steadied myself before letting out a scoff. "Since you're so eager, why don't you do it yourself? I'm not laying a hand on that trash!"

Fabian narrowed his eyes as he grabbed me by the collar, snapping, "Handing out the charms was so you could rub off some luck. It's to save your sorry life! Don't be a fool about it!"