The storm arrived exactly when they planned my death. By five o’clock in the afternoon, the sky had turned an apocalyptic shade of bruised purple. Heavy, violent sheets of rain lashed against my bedroom window, mimicking the cold fury vibrating through my awakened veins. Downstairs, the house was a flurry of chaotic, high-society preparation. I could hear my mother’s frantic, demanding voice barking instructions at the pack maids, and the sharp, rhythmic click of Seraphina’s designer heels pacing the floorboards. Tonight was the grand opening gala of the Lunar Selection Society. Tonight, Seraphina was supposed to step into a world of absolute luxury as Mask 27, completely built on the foundation of my stolen blood and sweat. And tonight, I was supposed to become a corpse. “They are coming up the stairs,” the divine, echoing frequency of my inner wolf whispered in my mind. She didn’t pace like a caged animal anymore. She was not panicking like in my last life, her eyes tracki
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