The Luna Who Wouldn't Stay Dead

Aria's POV The pain hit me like a silver through the heart.I collapsed in my chamber, and my legs started giving out and my body slamming against the marble floor. The wine glass shattered beside me, red liquid spreading like blood.Poisoned.Someone had poisoned me.I should have known. Should have caught the faint bitterness hiding beneath the sweetness, the way it burned just a little too much going down. But I was floating on happiness. A life was growing inside me.My wolf whimpered, retreating deep inside as the toxin spread through my veins. It was wolfsbane. I could smell it now, bitter, burning and deadly."No," I gasped, clawing at the floor. "Not like this."I was Luna of the Crystal Touch Pack. Strong and powerful. I had survived rogue attacks, pack wars and challenges for my position.I couldn't die from a glass of wine in my own bedroom.Not when I had a secret growing inside me.My phone. Where was my phone?I crawled across the floor, my vision was blurring and my f

Aria's POV I stood in front of my closet, staring at the clothes.Everything here was soft and delicate fabrics. Dresses meant to look elegant and unthreatening.I hated all of it.I pushed past the silk blouses and found what I was looking for in the back. Clothes I had forgotten I owned. Black leather pants. A dark green fitted top and combat boots.It was a perfect clothe for a warrior.I changed quickly and braided my hair tight. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.Good.I grabbed my bag and headed for the door, then stopped.Father.My breath paused..The only good thing about being sent back two years is that I got to see him again.I changed direction, walking down the hallway toward his chambers. I stopped outside his door, my hand was shaking as I reached for the handle.In my first life, I had lost him six months before my death. He had just given up. Stopped eating. Stopped fighting. Let himself fade away.I had thought it was because he missed Mom to

Aria's POVThe cold woke me first.Then the pain. I touched my cheek and hissed. It was swollen. Definitely swollen.I sat up slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness.Stone walls. Metal bars. A single torch burning somewhere down the corridor, casting orange shadows that danced and died.The cells.Right.I was a prisoner of the most dangerous Alpha in the territory because I had driven four hours into hostile wolf land and announced myself at the gate like an idiot.Brilliant plan, Aria.I leaned my head back against the cold wall and closed my eyes.Somewhere above me, the compound was quiet. Night had fallen completely. I could hear the distant sound of boots on stone. Guards changing positions.The Moon Goddess had sent me here with magic in my blood and vengeance in my heart.And I was sitting in a dungeon with a split lip.I almost laughed.Almost.Footsteps.Coming closer.I tensed, pulling my knees to my chest. A guard appeared at the bars, holding a torch. He was olde

Aria's POVThree hours.I had been hanging from the post for three hours.My shoulders burned. My wrists were raw where the chains bit into skin. My feet kept slipping off the ground, forcing my full weight onto my arms.But I kept my head up.I refused to hang like a defeated thing.The pack moved around the courtyard. Training. Sparring. Carrying out morning duties. Most avoided looking at me directly.But they all looked.I could feel it. Stolen glances. Whispered conversations that stopped when I turned my head.“The woman who wouldn't kneel.”Good. Keep talking."Enjoying yourself?"The voice came from my left. Female. Sharp as a blade.I turned my head.She was stunning and she knew it. Tall, olive skinned with dark red hair falling loose over her shoulders. Built like a warrior, all muscle and controlled power. She wore the Nightfall Pack uniform but somehow made it look like a statement.Her eyes were gold. Bright and hostile.She stopped directly in front of me, arms crossed,