ARIELLE
That night in the forest flashed before my eyes like a sped-up recap of a badly made film. The darkness, the cold, the screams... The way I ordered the rogues to dispose of his body... It all came back to me like a haunting nightmare, choking the remnants of light out of me.
Cillian Wayne. The Alpha King's son. The only heir to the Alpha Throne. The man I brutally killed in my previous life.
He was standing there, right in front of me, alive, and... so damn radiant.
"You look awfully pale," he said, and I nearly melted at the sound of his melodic voice. I couldn't remember why I hated him so much in my past life. Was it jealousy? Or the fact that he was pining over my sister Serena?
Perhaps both. Perhaps neither. Perhaps Raiden simply gaslit me into thinking that Cillian deserved to die.
I didn't know anymore. Nor did I care. This time, I had to make sure Cillian lives. No matter what.