All Chapters of I WAS REBORN TO RAISE A GOD: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ELARA’S POV“I really like this silver wolf,” I heard Selene’s voice in my ears. “Could you let me have it?”I looked down to find Selene’s fingers closed around my sleeve. Her voice came out soft and timid, eyes wide and shining as if she were asking for something small and harmless. The same expression she had worn in my previous life when she asked for the exact same wolf.I stared at her hand on my arm and felt something cold settle in my chest. Adrian pulled me aside before I could answer. “Elara, listen to me,” he said in that low and cold voice. “Selene is still physically weak. You are stronger than her. This silver wolf carries the highest bloodline here. It was clearly meant for her. Only she can bring out its true value. Do not make this more difficult than it already is.” I kept my eyes on the silver wolf standing proud in the center of the enclosure. Its coat caught the light like polished moonlight. In my first life I had to cut open my wrist again and again for that c

ELARA’S POVThe next morning, I walked toward the clan academy with Ash limping beside me. His patchy grey fur drew snickers from passing disciples, but I ignored them. Everything around me was familiar, yet I was no longer the same person.My best friend, Mira, spotted me the moment I stepped through the academy gates. She hurried across the open yard, dark braid swinging, and grabbed my wrist hard enough to stop me in place. Her voice dropped to an anxious whisper. “Are you crazy, Elara? That wolf is impossible to heal. You’re wasting every precious resource the kitchens will give you on it. Everyone in the clan is laughing at you behind your back. They’re calling you stupid.” In my previous life, Mira had remained loyal to me even when everything around me began to fall apart. But her loyalty had eventually led her into Selene’s trap. She had been trying to protect me when everything went wrong, and it had cost her life. I had never learned the full truth about what happened to h

ELARA’S POVThe silver wolf came at me with pure hatred. Its body stretched long in the air, muscles bunched under that once-proud coat, fangs open wide enough to take a chunk of flesh from my side. The eyes locked on me held every bit of resentment it had carried since the day I walked past it on the platform and chose the grey wolf instead. High bloodline or not, it had never been ignored so completely, and it had waited for this exact chance to make me pay. Ash moved before I could even raise my arms. I never saw his paws leave the ground. One moment he stood thin and dusty at my side. The next he shot forward so low his belly nearly scraped the pine needles. His shoulder slammed hard into the backs of my knees. Pain flared up both legs. My balance broke. I stumbled backward two full steps and hit the ground on one hand, pine needles stabbing into my palm. The silver wolf’s jaws snapped shut on empty air where my ribs had been. Its momentum carried it past me and it crashed dow

ELARA’S POVBefore dawn had fully broken a crowd of young Pack members had already gathered at the training grounds. The air carried the scents of fresh grass and warm fur while dozens of wolves lay or stood about their low whines rising and falling in restless waves. I stood at the end of the line with Ash close against my leg. He was still a size smaller than most wolves his age. Among the sleek well-groomed coats around us his dull grey fur looked particularly shabby. A few people sneaked glances his way amusement plain in their eyes. “She actually brought that gray wolf here? She’s got some nerve!” “Just wait and watch the show. That thing looks like a gust of wind could knock it over. It’s bound to lose.” Ash seemed oblivious to the taunts and stayed leisurely at my side. I paid no attention to the voices. Instead I reached out and smoothed the tufts of fur that stuck up along the side of his neck. The coarse texture felt familiar under my fingers. I was not unfamiliar with

ELARA’S POVMy gaze fell on the coiled leather whip in the warrior’s hand.A similar scene had played out in my previous life almost beat for beat. Back then I had also won the strength contest with the silver wolf. The cheers of the crowd had drowned out the wind itself. I had reached up to stroke the silver wolf’s neck thinking that perhaps this time my family would finally look at me with something close to respect. At that exact moment the man who had drawn the lots stepped forward and accused me of bribing him in advance to arrange an opponent of only mediocre ability. He described the meeting in convincing detail even stating the exact time we had supposedly spoken. He produced a medicinal herb and claimed it was the reward I had given him. I stood frozen unable to form a single word. Before I could understand what was happening the verdict had already been announced from the raised platform. My results were canceled and I was sentenced to twenty lashes as a warning to the res