Chapter 1

Sheila's POV.

"Damian, how could you...?" I stuttered, unable to form a complete word. I was shocked. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I wished it was a dream, but the sharp pain in my abdomen reminded me that I wasn't dreaming.

"How could I? What were you thinking? Do you think I can keep something as cursed as you around me? Even the moon goddess will reject you. I no longer have any need for you, so you can go ahead and die," Damian said with a straight face. There was no emotion on his handsome face.

"After everything I did for you, Damian, I have been using my powers to aid your pack all this while. I have sacrificed a lot for your sake. How could you? I even used my life essence to bring you back from your half-dead state.”

“Yet this is how you choose to repay me. What haven't I done for you?" I cried out in pain. My emotion was a mess; I couldn't tell what I was feeling now.

Damian looked at me the same way he used to, his charming smile and his eyes filled with love. "I will tell you the truth since you are going to die anyway. I would have killed you long ago if you hadn't been useful to me. I do love you, Sheila, but the prophecy... you know about the prophecy."

"What do you mean? I thought you didn't believe in the prophecy?"

Damian looked at me mockingly. "Only a fool will dare not believe in the words of the old witch of Verdia, and I'm no fool. I needed your help in conquering the enemy pack; that was why you were left to live in the first place. Now you have no use; keeping you is no different from committing suicide."

He pulled out the dagger and released my shoulder, letting my body hit the ground with no support. He looked at me coldly, wiping his dagger with a rag.

"In your next life, try to be normal," he said coldly.

I lay there helpless and cold, my eyes blurring, and I could only see his backside getting farther and farther away.

The night was cold. I could feel the cold hand of death; my mind was void of any thought. I knew this was where my journey ended. If only I was given a second chance.

*****

I woke up with a groggy headache, wondering what was happening. "Am I not dead?" I wondered while trying to sit up.

I attempted to open my eyes when suddenly I was slapped on my cheek, and I felt a stinging pain on my cheek. The force from the slap threw me on the floor.

My eyes were forced open this time, and I saw who slapped me. It was Stella. She was sneering at me and looked like she was about to attack again.

"Why does this scene look too familiar?" I questioned myself, unable to comprehend the answer. I remembered dying in the forest; I subconsciously touched my abdomen, and there was no wound.

"Impossible," I thought. I started getting my thoughts together, and it was then I realized why the scene was very familiar to me. If my theory is correct, I have reincarnated to the past before I met Damian. If I was correct, Damian will appear now.

"What are you thinking, you bitch?" Stella grasped my hair and pulled it tightly. I winced in pain, trying to free myself from her. But she pulled so hard that I felt my brain was being pulled out.

"Stop it!"

I shuddered; that voice was too familiar, the voice of the man I once loved; it was so masculine and bold. This time, I was very sure that I had indeed reincarnated into the past. "Has the moon goddess taken pity on me and decided to give me a second chance?" I started crying, tears of joy.

A cold, masculine hand touched my face and slowly wiped the tears off it. I was too busy with my thoughts that I was oblivious to when Stella left, and now, just like in the past, he came to console me.

This was exactly when the seed of romance was planted in the past. This was when I fell so madly in love with him that I once sacrificed my life force to bring him back to the living, thus losing my ability to transform.

I dodged his hand and tried to get up; Stella was vicious with the way she beat me. She was Damian's sister and found me an eyesore ever since I came to the pack; I could easily beat her, but I couldn't because her brother was the alpha of the pack. I dare not raise my hands on her, or I will be punished.

"Wait, don't force yourself; let me help you." He held me by the waist to help me up. I struggled a little before completely giving up. He was too strong, and besides, I was heavily wounded.

"You're very stubborn; be a good girl and stay calm. I will help you up." With his help, I was able to get up.

"There's no need to continue holding onto me; I appreciate your help, but I think I can manage on my own from here," I assured him, feeling uneasy with how he held onto me.

"How can I not hold you? It's my fault that you got so badly injured. It's because I didn't teach that sister of mine manners. I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize; you are not your sister. Anyway, it's easy for people with her status to abuse their power. You don't need to feel sorry for me, and also, I can walk on my own." I pulled away from him.

My eyes darted away as he looked at me. I was captivated by his stunning looks. His face was like a masterpiece crafted from precious jade, with sharp features and a defined jaw that took my breath away. It was like I was falling in love all over again.

"Are you afraid of my status?" Damian looked like he had realized something. I sneered inside and just ignored him.

"I will get the healer wolf to come and heal you; where do you stay?" He asked. I had no choice but to tell him. He left after that. I headed to my quarters. I have a great healing ability and didn't necessarily need the healer wolf to heal my injuries.

I have a very special body constitution, and besides, I have a special healing power, which was why Damian valued me so much when it was revealed.

I was assigned to the same quarter with the omegas. I was no omega; instead, I used to be a rogue wolf until I found Westvale pack, and they accepted me. Although I had spent a long time with them, I was still not trusted, I had to live with the omegas until I made enough contribution.

"Sheila, what's wrong? Why are you looking like this?" A girl came out to welcome me and looked taken aback when she saw my appearance.

I smiled weakly. "It's nothing, Arla; it's just some bruises," I assured her. She looked at me up and down.

"In what way is this small?" She said in displeasure gesturing to the bruises on my body as she came forward to help me. I allowed her to help me to my room.

"Please, Arla, I need a favor from you."

"What is it? You know I will do anything for you," she said with a subtle smile.

"If the healer wolf comes, tell her that I'm not around, please," I looked at her pleadingly. She hesitated for a while before helplessly agreeing, I smiled delightedly. I knew she would agree; Arla was a real friend and had treated me with respect since I came to the pack. In the past, I made her my aide when I became the second most powerful werewolf in the pack.

Stella was very vicious with her beating. If the healer came and saw that my injuries were mostly healed, he would surely report it to Damian, and it might arouse suspicion. I remembered that it was exactly what happened in the past, and Damian had to visit me. At that time, I had a huge crush on him and couldn't hold back from telling him everything.

This time I will make sure the incident doesn't repeat itself. I lay on the bed while thinking of the best way to escape the pack. I want revenge, but I can only get revenge if I remain alive. If I continue staying in Westvale, my end will be the same as in the past.

"But where do I go?" I wondered. After thinking for a while, I decided to go anywhere, so long as I left this place. I can't bear to see Damian's pretentious face again. I made up my mind to escape tomorrow when we were sent to pick herbs.

Early the next morning, I was awakened by a knock. "Who's there?" I called out.

"It's me, can I come in?" I was shocked. It was Damian; what was he doing here?

"No, please don't," I said hurriedly, not wanting him to see that I was fully healed with no scratches. It was a normal thing for a werewolf to heal very fast, but my healing ability was very abnormal. This speed of healing can only be achieved using herbs and special crystals.

"Why can't I? Is anything wrong?" His voice sounded like he was a little bit angered.