Wolves Can't Play

Five years ago, Leo built me a glasshouse with his own hands and marked me under a full moon in front of two packs. I thought that made me his. I thought loyalty was the same thing as love. I was wrong on both counts. On our anniversary, I found the letter he never meant for me to see, proof that I was never his mate, only his means to a throne. Before I could even scream, Olivia walked through the wall he built for me, and I learned the rest of it standing in the wreckage: I wasn't just unloved. I was in the way of the woman the moon goddess actually chose for him. She buried her claws in my chest and smiled while I bled out on my own glass floor. I should have stayed dead. Instead, I woke up five years earlier, in a body that hadn't been broken yet, with a mother I thought I'd buried and a mate I hadn't married yet. I have twelve days before the life that killed me starts all over again, and this time, I intend to walk into it with my eyes open. Let Leo think I'm still the girl who begged for his attention. Let Olivia believe she's already won. I've died once for being naive. I won't die twice for being weak, especially now that I know Olivia remembers everything too, and she's not the only one who's been given a second chance to finish what she started.