I am a Soul Guide, walking the veil between life and death. When a wolf's heart stops, if their soul reaches my hands before midnight—before the Moon Goddess seals The Threshold—I can ferry them back to the living world. In my past life, Silas came to me broken. The acrid scent of gunpowder and raw desperation clung to him as he stood in my doorway. He begged me to save Seraphina, the pack doctor who'd been ambushed during a rogue hunt. I agreed to help her. Three months later, Silas courted me with a display of dominance and honor. He presented me with his claws—trophies from every kill he'd made defending the Great Pack Alliance. "I swear on my Alpha blood," he growled, amber eyes molten with intensity. "I will protect you for the rest of our lives." We mated in a ceremony before the entire Blood Moon Pack. Every wolf witnessed our bond snap into place. I didn't know that when I went into early labor, Seraphina,the same she-wolf I'd pulled back from death,would slice my belly open with a silver blade. She tore my pup from my womb while I screamed, the metallic tang of my own blood flooding my mouth, choking me. Blood pooled beneath me, warm and sticky, as I begged Silas to save our child. His eyes flashed cold,He strapped an incendiary device to the pup's blanket. "Soul Guide?" His lip curled back, exposing canines. "You're just a fraud who got lucky." "I only mated you to make Seraphina jealous. You told the Alpha King before I could back out. You forced my hand. You made her cry." "If you're really a Moon Seer, then save yourself and this bastard pup." The fire consumed us both. The smell of my own burning flesh was the last thing I knew. When I opened my eyes again, I stood in front of my door. Silas stood on my porch, shoulders heaving, eyes red-rimmed. Begging me to save Seraphina. This time, I slammed the door in his face. "The Goddess chooses who lives and dies," I said through the wood, my voice hard. "I'm just a fraud, remember? I can't help you."
"Elara! Please, you have to save her! She's so young..." Silas's voice cracked through my skull like thunder. My body jerked. I stared at the Alpha standing before me in blood-stained combat fatigues, fists clenched at his sides. The burn of silver still seared my skin. I scanned my surroundings. Antiseptic sharp enough to make my wolf recoil, fluorescent lights humming overhead, the rhythmic beeping of monitors. The Pack's main healing den. My breath caught. I'd been reborn. In my previous life, he'd stood just like this. Broken. Desperate. His wolf whimpering beneath his skin, begging me to resurrect Seraphina from death's door. I'd spent every ounce of power dragging her soul back from the Moon Goddess's realm, felt my own life force drain away with each whispered incantation. Then they murdered me. Murdered our pup. Never again. I met his desperate gaze with ice. "No." Silas's head dropped. His shoulders shook like he'd taken a physical blow, his wolf's anguish bleeding through the bond all Alphas project. I turned to leave. A young enforcer sprinted toward us, nearly tripping over his own boots. "Alpha Silas! Doctor Seraphina—she's awake!" Silas and I both froze. We burst through the door. Seraphina sat propped against pillows, skin pale as moonlight but lips curved in a radiant smile. Silas rushed to her bedside, his large hand engulfing hers. "Sera, you're okay. Thank the Goddess." His head whipped toward me. Eyes narrowed to slits, wolf rising behind them. "Elara. So much for your 'gift' of seeing death coming." "You heartless bitch. You refused to help her out of spite." "Thank the Goddess Seraphina saves lives every day. The Goddess's grace brought her back. If she'd died, her blood would be on your hands." Every wolf in the room turned hostile eyes on me. The air thickened with their combined aggression,raising every hair on my arms, making my wolf snarl in warning. Seraphina squeezed Silas's hand, her voice soft and sweet as poisoned honey. "It's okay. Maybe Elara is still angry with me..." Silas snarled, the sound vibrating deep in his chest, rattling the windows. "Angry about what? You earned your position as pack doctor through skill!" "Soul Guide? Moon Seer? You might fool the others, but not me. You're a charlatan, and I'll never let you endanger my wolves." The same man who'd nearly fallen apart moments ago now looked at me like I was his sworn enemy, his scent turning acrid with rage. His voice dropped to a lethal rumble that made lesser wolves back away. "You're jealous Seraphina became pack doctor. So you let her die." "A snake like you? I should rip your throat out right now." I watched him rage for Seraphina, his chest heaving with each breath, muscles coiled tight. My mind drifted. He'd been the same in my past life. The smallest scratch on my skin made him shift half-feral with protectiveness. A papercut made him weep, cradling my hand like it held his entire world. I shoved down the twisted feeling in my chest. Then I noticed the wisp of smoke curling behind Seraphina's shoulders, visible only to those who are dying. Recognition slammed into me. She wasn't healed. This was the death surge—the final brilliant flare before the soul departs. She had twelve hours. Maybe less. Her smug expression made my decision easy. Last time, I'd saved her life. She'd repaid me by cutting my pup from my womb. This time, I'd let Fate take its course.
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