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In my past life, my mate Marcus ran off to the forest to make love with my best friend Scarlett, who was eight-month pregnant, and they were surrounded by rogue wolves.

Scarlett faked her own death and framed me for taking drugs while on duty as a head warrior.

After I was exiled by Alpha for 15 years, I came back to find that Scarlett, who was supposed to be dead, was taking my mate and their children, inheriting my inheritance, and preparing to go on vacation to the Maldives.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Scarlett faked her death.

"Head Warrior! Emergency distress signal from the forest border! Two pack members under attack by rogue wolves! One is a pregnant female, eight months along, hemorrhaging badly!"

My lieutenant's urgent voice made my whole body freeze.

I turned to look at the clock on the warrior hall wall. This was exactly the time when Scarlett and my mate Marcus were supposed to be cornered by the rogue pack.

My throat tightened involuntarily. I couldn't believe I had actually been reborn.

The voice on the comm crackled with static as my lieutenant called again.

"Head Warrior! Please respond immediately! The situation is critical!"

In my previous life, the moment I received this call, I had rushed into Darkwood Forest with my warrior squad without hesitation.

When we arrived at the scene, I discovered the victims were my pregnant best friend and my mate.

Just hours earlier, Scarlett had mind-linked me saying she was resting at home. How could a heavily pregnant female end up in the dangerous forest with Marcus in the middle of the night?

Before I could process it fully, Scarlett was already lying in a pool of blood. Her belly had been slashed by wolf claws, and she was showing signs of shock.

I forced down my panic and confusion, desperately fighting off the rogue wolves and escorting them back to the pack.

I remembered clearly—when I defeated the last rogue, Scarlett was weak but had no fatal injuries.

I personally escorted her to the medical wing. Her vital signs were stable.

But shortly after the surgery, Marcus stormed into the warrior hall with a group of pack members.

Without a word, they pinned me to the ground. I was too weak from fighting the rogues to resist as they hacked off both my hands with silver blades.

Marcus roared at me: "You heartless warrior! You belong in hell!"

He accused me of deliberately delaying the rescue out of jealousy, causing Scarlett to die along with her unborn pup.

I was stunned and immediately protested: "That's impossible! I saw her vital signs stabilize when we brought her back!"

Marcus refused to listen to my explanation.

He threw Scarlett's death certificate at my head, screaming that I had let my best friend die on the operating table out of personal spite.

Just as I was about to use my authority as Head Warrior to demand an autopsy investigation, Scarlett's parents finally arrived.

I quickly told them everything that had happened.

I thought they would help me uncover the truth.

Instead, Scarlett's father pointed an accusing finger at me in front of Alpha Donovan: "That's a heavy scent of wolfsbane, Alpha! He was high during a rescue mission! You must exile him! This kind of warrior doesn't deserve to protect our pack!"

Not only that, but Alpha found two used packets of wolfsbane powder in my locker. The packets carried only my scent.

My blood test also came back positive for wolfsbane.

I had no way to defend myself. I could only watch helplessly as my Head Warrior rank was stripped away.

I was exiled for fifteen years on charges of drug use during duty, resulting in a pack member's death.

After barely surviving my exile term and returning to the pack, I saw something impossible at the border.

Scarlett—who had been declared dead—stood there holding Marcus's hand. Beside them was a young boy who looked exactly like Marcus. They were boarding a private jet to the Maldives, clearly a happy family enjoying life with my inheritance.

All the questions that had haunted me for fifteen years became crystal clear in that moment.

Rage erupted inside me and I confronted the woman who had destroyed my life.

Instead, Scarlett and Marcus together pushed me into the silver detention pit.

The burning sensation of silver liquid flooding my nostrils felt like it had never left.

I found myself breathing heavily, gasping for air.

This time, I would never allow myself to repeat the same mistakes!