Chapter 2~A Second Chance

Darkness. There was darkness all around me. I had a strong feeling that I was dead but also knew that I somehow existed. It was hard to explain but I knew that I was somewhere though I did not know where.

Suddenly, a bright light shone with brilliance before me. It was so bright that I had to look away. “I have seen your pain and misfortune. I have inhaled your grief and heartbreak.” A voice spoke from the light. 

I listened but feared to look.

“Your life has been filled with so much fear. You have been held down by mortal sickness, by your parents, and even your pack. But most of all, you were given a death that you did not deserve.” The voice seemed like it was everywhere at once. 

“So I am going to give you a gift; something that only a select few have been given. And that is a second chance at life. Choose wisely what to do with this gift. But I’d advise that you take off the robe of fear and wear the robe of courage.” The voice continued. 

“Who are you?” I dared to ask as I shielded my eyes from the light. I felt a warmth and love around me so strong as if I could touch it.

“The Moon goddess.” The answer came and then a sharp ringing immediately filled my ears until I could not take it anymore. I covered my ears but the noise only became louder. The noise was so great and it came to such a volume that my ears bled.

Suddenly, it stopped. 

It was all quiet now. The torture was over. I opened my eyes slowly and I saw that I was in a room. The air was warm and the sun shone through the thin curtains at the window.

“Hey, darling. You’re up early, how was your night?” A voice startled me, causing me to grip the pink sheets of the bed I realized I was on. 

It was a man. He had just entered the room. “You look like you have seen a ghost,” He chuckled and then joined me on the bed. He tried to touch my hair but I flinched away from him, causing him to frown slightly. “Katara, what’s wrong?”

I knew my name was not Katara, it was Lucia. So the man calling me by that name made me more confused than I already was. I dragged my body off the bed and stood to my feet. 

The man kept staring at me and then laughed to himself lowly. He stood up too. “Is this supposed to be a prank on your old man?” The man continued to laugh as he ran his hand through his wavy dark hair.

As I studied him, a memory suddenly sparked in my mind and I inhaled sharply. 

In my mind, I saw a man walking towards me with a devilish smirk on his face along with his drawn-out claws. In a swift motion, he had split open my throat and I had fallen to the ground before death had taken me.

Along with this memory, more shot into my mind; memories about my parents, my pack, and even my medical condition that I hated. I was starting to remember.

I remembered that I had died at the hands of a rogue werewolf! 

But if I had died, how was I in the room with the man? How was my heart still beating? How was I still breathing? And most importantly, why was this strange man calling me Katara?

“Honey, you’re scaring me. Are you okay? This better not be an act to skip school,” The man said as he approached me. 

I backed away a few steps and then my back hit something. When I turned to see what it was, I realized that it was the wall. I began to breathe heavily and if I did not find a way to calm down, I knew that I was going to have a panic attack. 

“Katara…” He said cautiously as worry covered his face. 

“Stop calling me that!” The words left my mouth before I could even process that I had said them. My voice surprised me, it was different; much lighter, and high-pitched.

I looked at the man once more. I squinted my eyes in the process and then it clicked. I knew him. My lips quivered and I let out a shaky breath.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. The man in the room with me was actually the one that sliced my throat open. He was the one that had killed me. It was all coming back to me.

“You’re one of them,” My voice was shaky. “You’re one of the rogue werewolves.”

“Look, Katara. We talked about this. I told you that I don’t appreciate my daughter using that term. I am getting a bit tired of having to remind you every time as if you don’t know that it pisses me off.” He replied and then breathed out a sigh. He was now standing not far from her.

“I prefer that we’re called Elites instead of rogues. By using rogues, we’re looked down upon.” He added. 

“Daughter? I’m your daughter?” 

The man snickered and then rubbed his face with his hand. “You know what? I’m done playing these games with you. I would be downstairs waiting for you. Breakfast is ready and as you know, your mother doesn’t like waiting.” He explained and then walked away.

I watched him carefully until he left me alone in the room. 

‘What the hell is going on?’ I thought to myself as I began to search the room for a mirror. My eyes landed on the full-length mirror in the right corner of the room and I tentatively walked toward it. 

When I reached it, my reflection came into view and my mouth dropped in awe. My once wavy blonde hair was now straight and dark. My body was much thinner and my face looked different from the one that I was used to seeing in the mirror every day of my life.

I was in another body! I had died but from the looks of things. But I had been given a second chance. 

The Moon goddess had blessed me with the opportunity to live again! And crazy enough, I had reincarnated into the body of the daughter of the man that had killed me in my past life.

But he had not only killed me. He killed my parents. He killed my neighbors. He killed my friends. And he killed almost everyone in my pack. 

Anger suddenly began to fill my senses and only one word came to my mind: Revenge.