On the night of the Blood Moon Ritual, Clara, the pack's sweetheart, stole the Heart of Fenrir. It should have been mine. That legendary totem held the wolf spirit said to create the strongest Alpha. In my last life, I got the Heart of Fenrir. But during a battle with vampires, Gideon, the wolf spirit bound to me, pushed me directly into their fangs. Just to protect Clara. That was when I realized. He was never truly loyal to me. When I opened my eyes again, I picked up the nameless stone Clara had dismissed and thrown aside. One of the pack elders tried to stop me. “Selena, that is just an ordinary stone. The wolf spirit inside is weak. It will only weaken you.” He had no idea. When the wolf spirit inside that stone finally showed itself… Every wolf would bow. ... Just like the nightmare from my previous life, Clara reached out from behind me. Among the ancestral totems, she snatched the Heart of Fenrir. The one carved with the mark of the great wolf. The young wolves around us froze. They surrounded her and called her out. “Clara, these totems were brought back from the Forgotten Lands by Selena’s father, the former Alpha, who gave his life for them. The Heart of Fenrir should belong to Selena. You can’t just take it!” The Moonfang Pack prided itself on bloodline and strength, but the wolf spirit’s power ultimately determined a wolf’s future potential. The wolf spirits sealed inside these totems were ranked as Dormant, Awakened, Warrior, Elder, and Legendary. Werewolves shared their bonded wolf spirits’ power, so obtaining a Legendary totem was the ultimate guarantee on the path to Alpha. My father, the former Alpha, died last month in the Forgotten Lands. He was defending our pack from a vampire lord. He sent these totems back before he fell. The Alpha Elder wanted me to inherit the strongest totem. That was his promise to my father. But Clara stole it from me first. Facing everyone’s anger, Clara looked at the Alpha Elder with tears in her eyes. “Elder… I want to become stronger and serve the pack too. Selena grew up here. She knows these things far better than I ever could. I'm sure she'll find a wolf spirit that suits her even better...”
The Alpha Elder frowned, but he still tried to keep his voice calm. “Clara, powerful wolf spirits are rare. We may not see another one like this for a hundred years.” “And you’re new in our pack. Your bloodline power is not yet stable… A Legendary wolf spirit is not something you can control.” “Give it back to Selena.” Clara bit her lip, hesitating. Then she held the totem and dropped to her knees. “Elder, Selena was born with unstable wolf blood. Can’t shift properly. Giving the Heart of Fenrir to her would be a waste.” “The most powerful wolf spirit deserves a better master…” My wolf blood? I almost laughed. The pack had pitied me for years. But no one had said it to my face. “Enough!” The elder finally snapped. “Selena’s father gave his life to bring these totems back. How dare you touch them before Selena?!” Tears filled Clara’s eyes. She clutched the Heart of Fenrir. Suddenly, she sliced open her palm, letting her blood drip onto the totem. A gust of wind swept through. Clouds swallowed the moonlight. A tall, powerful man appeared out of thin air. He looked proud. Cold. Untouchable. He glanced at me with disdain, then spoke. “As a Legendary wolf spirit, I have the right to choose my own master.” “And I choose Clara.” An unbound wolf spirit only obeyed the person who brought it back. But my father was dead. So no one could command him. A Legendary wolf spirit was too rare to risk. Forcing the ritual to stop could damage his spirit core. Everyone fell silent, faces darkened.
Gideon looked around at everyone. Then he spoke again. “If you don’t let Clara be my master, I’ll destroy my spirit core. And no one can ever bond with me!” The elder saw how stubborn he was. Looked at me. Torn. I gave him a smile. Then picked up the last stone totem. A Dormant totem forgotten in the corner. “Thank you, Elder. But my bloodline has never been stable. Since nobody wants this one, I’ll take it. At least I'll have some company.” The elder looked at me like he wanted to shake some sense into me. “Selena, you silly girl. You… ah…” A few of my friends tried to talk me out of it. “Selena, you carry the former Alpha’s blood. How can you choose a Dormant wolf spirit?” “This was brought back by the Alpha. He died for these totems. The best one should go to you.” ... I shook my head. “I can’t even shift properly. Even if I had a powerful wolf spirit, I couldn’t control it. Clara wants him that badly. Who am I to stand in her way?” Someone whispered. “Clara only joined our pack a few years ago. She’s pretty and talented, sure. But arrogant as hell. Why would Gideon choose her?” I watched Gideon and Clara leave together. Their figures side by side until they disappeared from sight. And I knew. Gideon had chosen Clara from the very beginning.
My name is Selena. My mother was the Moon Priestess of our pack. Her bloodline was pure. Pure enough to calm even the most violent wolf spirits. My father was the strongest Alpha our pack had ever known. Never lost a fight. And then there was me. Born with unstable wolf blood. Every time I tried to shift, I failed. Sometimes, it almost killed me. My mother loved me more than anything. She said I didn’t have to become some great warrior. A quiet life, far away from war, could be a good life. My father agreed. “Selena, remember this. Stay alive. That matters more than anything.” So he taught me Shadow Step. The footwork that made him famous. He wanted me to have at least one way to protect myself. They did not need me to become strong. They just wanted me to survive. As the leaders of our pack, protecting our people was their duty. They spent most of their lives at the borders. Fighting vampires, and dark creatures that tried to cross into our land. My mother vanished on a mission. Her fate unknown. And now, my father had died in a fight too. After his death, the pack treated me kindly. I knew they were doing it for my parents. It was the same in my last life.
In my last life, with the elders backing me, I chose Gideon. I hoped he could help with my unstable wolf blood, and make me a real werewolf warrior. Strong enough to protect myself, and avenge my parents. But Gideon looked down on me. He liked Clara. Pretty, lively, perfect Clara. To me, having a powerful wolf spirit meant I might have a chance at revenge. And Gideon was Legendary. One day, he could even become Mythic. So I couldn’t let him go. I put all my hope in him. The moment Clara touched the Heart of Fenrir, I shoved her away. Then I held the totem tight. Clara was heartbroken. She stormed off and took the nameless stone no one wanted. After I got Gideon, I gave him everything. I wanted him to grow stronger as fast as possible. A Legendary wolf spirit needed a lot to survive. He wouldn’t touch ordinary moon essence. He wanted rare herbs. And the blood and flesh of powerful beasts. So I fed him the rare herbs my father had left for me. But herbs run out. So does money. I had no real skills. I had to go into the Darkwood. A place full of danger. I gathered herbs there and traded them for more resources. The Elder running the herb garden saw me risking my life every day, only to give everything to Gideon. He started to worry. “Selena, I know a Legendary wolf spirit is powerful. But you’re giving him too much.” “You need to take care of yourself too. If the master is too weak, the wolf spirit won’t respect them.” I smiled and nodded, still willing to take the risk and return to the Darkwood.
The Darkwood was full of thorns. Every time I went in, I came back covered in cuts. Healing potions were expensive. So I never used them on myself. I just let the wounds heal on their own. Gideon wore the enchanted leather armor I bought him. He looked at my patched-up clothes with pure disgust. “Dull, weak, and pathetic. How could someone like you ever be worthy of me?” But the rare resources I brought back? He took every single one. “Giving them to you would be a waste. Only a wolf spirit like me—one that can truly evolve—deserves them.” I didn’t care what he said. As long as he grew stronger, I could use his power to stabilize my wolf blood. That was all I wanted. Three years passed like that. I searched through every old pack record. At last, I found out. Gideon was close to ascending. From Legendary to Mythic. I was so excited that I hunted for ten straight days. Finally, I found a rare two-headed chimera. I gave it my all, breaking my left arm in the process. With my packmates’ help, I finally took its heart. Still bleeding, barely feeling my wounds, I rushed back to Gideon—eager, almost giddy with excitement. But then I heard his voice coming from inside my cabin. “That useless Selena? She could never fight beside me!” “You’re the only one who can.” I froze. Through the narrow crack in the window, I saw him holding Clara’s hand— his gaze burning with a fierce tenderness.
I never wanted Gideon to overwork himself. So I always hunted by myself. The second I walked in, Clara let go of Gideon’s hand. Before I could even say a word, tears were already filling her eyes. “Selena, I know I shouldn’t have trained with Gideon behind your back. But my wolf spirit is weak, and Gideon is so powerful... I just couldn't help myself.” I heard Clara had thrown away that nameless stone the day she took it. By now, whatever spirit was inside it was probably long gone. Gideon saw Clara crying. His face softened. He turned to me with irritation. “Why can’t you just be kinder to Clara? Am I not even allowed to have friends now?” I looked at Clara’s tear-streaked face. My heart softened. And I nodded. I forgave her. Clara’s sad little face immediately lit up. “Selena, you’re the best.” Then she clung to Gideon’s arm. Her voice turned sweet and soft. “Great. Selena said yes, I can come see you every day now.” Something felt wrong. I was about to speak, but before I could, Gideon smiled—softly, almost tenderly. “You can come whenever you want. Maybe my so-called master can learn something from you.” I had never seen Gideon smile like that before. I just stood there. Stunned.
Clara laughed softly and threw herself into Gideon’s arms. Her eyes stayed on me. Full of mockery. After that, Clara came to my place all the time. Trained with Gideon. Day by day, they moved better together. And they grew closer. I had to gather resources for Gideon and prepare food for Clara. I was exhausted. When Gideon saw me worrying over money, he sneered. “It’s just one extra plate. What? You can’t even afford food now?” But when I asked to train with him, he refused. “I heard your shift is unstable. What if you lose control during training and hurt me?” Clara spoke in that timid little voice. “Gideon is a Legendary wolf spirit. If anything happens to him, no one can take that risk.” Then she looked helplessly at Gideon. “Don’t blame Clara.” Gideon stepped in front of her, as if she were the one who had spent years feeding and keeping him alive, not me. Then came the Blood Moon Hunt. It only happened once every ten years. Clara suggested that the winner would get to decide who Gideon really belonged to. That was when I realized. Gideon and I had never sealed our final bond. He said he would only do it after he reached Mythic level. And I believed him. I thought that once he became Mythic, he could stabilize my bloodline for good. My packmates were furious. “Selena can’t shift properly. Her Shadow Step is barely enough to keep her alive in the hunt. How is she supposed to beat you?” “You're just stealing from her! That's shameless!”
Clara shook her head like everyone had wronged her. “No, you’ve got it all wrong. Gideon and I are meant for each other. Selena, why can’t you just let us be happy?” Gideon wiped the tears from Clara’s face. Then he looked at me. Frowned. “I know you’ve been trying so hard these past few years. You have feelings for me. But I don’t feel the same way. Stop fooling yourself.” I watched them, lost in each other. It was almost funny. I had never loved Gideon. I only wanted his power to stabilize my bloodline. Gideon was a Legendary wolf spirit. I gave him everything I had. Now he thought he could just walk away from me? Not happening! During the hunt, our team found a nest of rare blood bat pups. Clara wanted to catch them. And that brought the Blood Bat King straight to us. At the last second, I used Shadow Step, pulled Clara away from the Blood Bat’s fangs. But Gideon was afraid the Blood Bat would go after them again. So he and Clara shoved me toward its claws. Dark energy tore through my body. And in that pain, the truth finally hit me. Gideon and Clara—they had always belonged to each other. In this life, I refused to be their stepping stone again. I would not be the price of their love. Late that night, in my room, I awakened the wolf spirit inside the nameless stone. A tiny white wolf came running out. He looked happy. Great. I’ll guard the pack border with this little... watchdog? Its fur was pure white. I looked at it for a moment. “Hey, little one. I guess I'll call you Ash.”
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