Second Life, First Love
What a load of crap.
Sure, there were strong beasts outside.
But they were all madmen—rejects cast out by their own packs.
A human like me, cut off from tribal protection, was as good as dead.
In my past life, Debra had nearly died several times out there, and I'd been the one to save her.
And this was how she repaid me—by stealing my mate after being reborn, and getting me banished.
I let out a cold laugh. "Thanks for the good wishes, Debra. But you should worry about yourself. Patrick's a strong one—you better keep up your strength. Wouldn't want to disappoint him."