Cyra.

My mouth was wide open when he pulled out the sword, and my knees gave in, and I hit the hard ground.

Out of the corner of my watery eyes, I saw him.

Alpha Storm.

Surprisingly, his eyes weren’t cold tonight, they held emotion that I couldn’t even decipher.

Hansford stood before me, the sword dropped from his hand, he squatted and fixed his shock gaze on me. His hand went to my stomach. “You were carrying my pup?”

He pressed his hand against my stomach, and I slapped them off. “I can smell it.” His voice tightened.

“You have no right to touch….my…pup…” my voice cracked, I gasped, and shut my eyes for a second. When I opened them, his eyes were indifferent.

He stood up, and moved back to address the crowd, there’s no way he would say that he had killed me and the baby in my womb that was his, he would go on with the lie.

“One last thing since you’re about to meet your father, I the one who unplugged the machine while he was in the hospital. I needed to take over the Pack, he had lived long enough, Cyra.”

“Hansford…” The words trailed out of my mouth. When he started to talk, nothing else was making sense, I couldn’t hear anything and my eyes were getting blurry while I was in the pool of my own blood.

My father died because of him, because he needed to joined the Pack, he wanted to become the most successful Alphas in the Pack, and he was able to do that.

I made that happen.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t protect you, Dad, and even my baby, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you either. I failed.” My lips mumbled, “I don’t want to die this way…” I cried but I could feel it every passing minute, I couldn’t breathe properly, my body had become a lot weaker.

I stopped fighting, and my eyes closed up.

“…the Luna of Winterfall had passed away.”

Even when I was still breathing, they already pronounced me dead, there was no point anymore.

****

I opened my eyes, the chandelier was staring right back at me, I blinked my eyes wondering where I was, I examined the room that I was in, the bed was large and comfy, the curtains were golden brown, the walls were painted gold.

This was our bedroom, the room I shared with Hansford.

I pushed the covers off my body immediately, and jumped out, striped myself off the nightgown before the mirror.

I searched for the stab wound, where he had struck me with the sword but there was nothing.

There wasn’t any scar or mark or pain.

Is this a dream?

I pinched my skin and it hurt.

How come I was alive?

Hansford stabbed me with the sword, I had died on that cold ground.

Alarm rang beside the bed, and my phone beeped with a message from Hansford.

“Happy Birthday, My Luna, you were still sleeping when I left, I didn’t want to wake you but I’m coming home with a cake.”

I read the message over and over again.

My birthday?

I quickly checked the date on my phone, it was a year before it happened.

I went back to a year, that was when I saw a mark on my wrist, which marked 365.

I have a year to change my fate.

I slid to the ground, I didn’t know what I should feel about it, but there’s no way I would let it happen again.

‘Cora.’ I called out to my wolf but there was nothing. There was no connection or anything from my wolf.

‘Cora.’ I didn’t want to believe it, I didn’t want to believe that she wasn’t there anymore.

I tried if I could shift but nothing.

My wolf was gone, there wasn’t any sign of her in me.

It couldn’t be.

This can’t be an exchange, why would the Moon Goddess take away my wolf?

I needed to fight, and I needed my wolf to fight with me.

I stared at the mirror again. Hansford would be home in an hour, and he would bring the cake as he said, and he would organize a party at the garden.

How could I change it in a year and stop it from happening? Take back everything from Hansford and send him out of my life?

Hansford came home, I was dressed in a black strapless dress, he came home with a cake, he dropped it on the bed, and came to hug me, it was brief, and I didn’t want too much contact with him.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented, and brought out his phone from his pocket, he smiled as he replied to a message on his phone, and then dropped his phone on the bed.

“I want to use the bathroom quickly, you can check what I got for you.” He tried to smile, his smile was quirky, how come I never noticed it?

A message came on his phone. “When will I see you again? Can you come tonight? Do you have to be there for her birthday? I can’t wait for us to be together again, Hansford, I’m tired of hiding from your mate.”

I heard the bathroom door open, and moved to the present he brought.

“Do you like it?”

I hummed.

He picked up his phone. “I got a message from a meeting in the pack house. I want to reply to it quickly in the study room…”

”…if you need anything else let me know, I’ll be in my study.” That was the next word he was going to say and he did say it.

“…I want to reply to it quickly in the study room if you need anything else, let me know.”

Then, I fell for it.

I was blinded by his pretense and my own love for him and I never saw through the lies because I loved him.

But not anymore.

I will make him pay tenfold for what he did.

It will be an eye for an eye.