Independence Werewolf 단편 소설 & Revenge 소설

On the day Sebastian formally took over as the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, he brought only two people with him. One was our son, Leo; the other was his savior, Elina. Leo had inherited his pure Alpha bloodline. He wasn't about to let his son waste that talent in a human town like this. On the other hand, Elina had once saved his life. He owed her a promise, and he had to keep it. Only when it came to me did he say, "Faye, wait for me. Once I've stabilized things in the territory, I'll come back for you." In my previous life, I clung to that promise and waited in that shabby rental year after year. In the end, I died there alone. He never returned for me. Fortunately, the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance. I swallowed my last breath on that cold bed. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Sebastian's bloodline awakened. I had returned to three years earlier, to a time when everything could still be changed. This time, I wouldn't wait. I grabbed my backpack and walked straight toward the highway without looking back. From now on, he would live his life as an Alpha, and I would live my own life. Our paths no longer needed to cross.

At the party celebrating my mating anniversary with Damian, he lost a game to his friends. His penalty was to kiss the person he loved most, right then and there. My mate claimed childhood trauma made any physical intimacy unbearable. Yet he kissed his first love, Amber, without a moment's hesitation. They stayed locked in that kiss for a full three minutes, completely lost in each other. Just when everyone expected me to make a scene and storm out, I calmly pulled out the bond-dissolution papers and laid them in front of Damian. "Sign." Damian stared at the bond-dissolution papers, then suddenly laughed. "Grace Bennett, it was just a game. Are you really going to end our bond over this?" I slid the bond-dissolution papers closer to him. "Yes. I am."

In my previous life, our packs made peace, and the enemy Alpha sent his son, Kael Voss, to us as a hostage. He barely reached my shoulder. He spoke in a tiny voice, and none of the other pups wanted to play with him. My sister, Selene Vale, was next in line to lead the Silver Moon Pack. But she felt sorry for Kael. She brought him home and cared for him herself. We often played a game called “scent tracking.” We smelled Selene's clothes and tried to find where she was hiding. I thought it was an innocent game. Then one full-moon night, Selene's scream woke the entire pack house. We found her curled up in a corner. A silver blade was buried in her chest, and the bed was covered in blood. Kael stood in the moonlight. The scared little pup was gone. His eyes were cold and mature beyond his age. That was when we learned the truth. He was the enemy Alpha's firstborn son. For twelve years, he had taken a bone-shrinking drug to make himself look like a child. The game had been a trick. He had used Selene's scent to track her every move. Pure silver kills werewolves. Selene was badly wounded, and there was no saving her. She died that night under the blood moon. When I opened my eyes again, I was six years old. Kael was being led into our home. He shyly tugged at the corner of my shirt and looked up at me. “Leo, can you take me to Selene?” I gripped the pure silver chain and smiled. “Sure. But first, let's play a new game: putting the bad wolf in a cage.”

My Alpha fiance's childhood sweetheart died after being poisoned, and the pack believed I was her killer. Only the Alpha stood by me without wavering. "Ophelia is the kindest Beta in this pack. She is also your future Luna. How could she possibly poison anyone? I never want to hear another accusation like that." For my birthday, he gave me a wolf-tooth necklace. When I came down with a fever, he stayed by my side around the clock and even punished the healer who prepared my medicine. Then, three days later, I overheard him talking to Vivian's mother. "Alpha, you've been dosing the Luna with wolfsbane for days. She hasn't noticed, has she?" Kyle gave a cold laugh. "No. I slip a little into her milk every day, and the fool still thinks I love her. She drove Vivian to her death. I will make her suffer every bit of the pain Vivian endured!" The wolfsbane took effect then and there. He locked me in the cellar, tortured me mercilessly, and even slept with other wolves in front of me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Vivian fled home to the pack and Kyle chose me for his mate.

When they dumped my sister Ayana Vale's body into the altar, it was in pieces, mangled beyond recognition. I overheard the warriors who had dumped her body there. They said she had been framed for conspiring with a witch to harm Lilith Voss, Silver Moon's future Luna, and had been subjected to dozens of brutal tortures before she finally died. "No one really believed she was working with a witch. They only had Lilith's word for it. But the Alpha refused to let Ayana defend herself. He simply decided that Lilith's miscarriage had been caused by a witch's curse. Poor girl kept calling out for her sister right up to the end." That was how I learned what had happened to Ayana. I was away sacrificing my wolf in exchange for the Moon Goddess's protection over the pack. Before I left, Soren Blackwood, my childhood friend and the Alpha of Silver Moon, had sworn to protect Ayana. But he had branded Ayana a witch's accomplice and condemned her to brutal torture for the sake of another woman. I looked down at Ayana's broken body, and a bitter laugh escaped me. Day after day, I prayed at the altar, sacrificing myself to secure a century of prosperity for the pack. And they had repaid me by torturing my sister to death. If that was how it would be, then the pack I'd spent so long protecting was also mine to destroy.