The Day I Died, My Whole Pack Fell to Their Knees
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I was an orphan, and a rare heart condition ate away at me for twenty years. The night I died in that cold hospital room, a reaper in a black robe came for me.
He told me if I crossed into a world of werewolves, into the Moonheart Pack, and made Estelle's family genuinely love me — Estelle being the real daughter who'd died a horrible death there — and if I rewrote the ending where they all went mad and tore each other apart, I'd get my health back for good. A second life.
For twenty years in that body, I loved every single one of them with everything I had.
My husband Rhett was the youngest Alpha the pack had ever had. I mentioned once that I wanted Alaskan wild berries, and he drove a thousand miles overnight to get them. My mother Sylvia, the pack's head healer, made me tonics herself every single day. My father Everett and my brother Callum spoiled me so much the whole pack envied me for it.
I thought I'd actually rewritten my fate. I thought I was the happiest person alive.
Until that night.
I'm carrying a berry pie I baked myself toward the council hall when I hear my mother's voice, flat and cold.
"Estelle's heart is finally in perfect condition. Now's the best time to take it."
"Her heart buys Lila's life. She should be grateful for it." Rhett says it like it's nothing. "Once we take the heart, I'll dissolve the mate bond myself."
So this is it. All that kindness was just to grow a healthy heart for their adopted girl.
Three years. I've spent three years trying to love them, to thaw them out, to change things.
Then let it end here.
He told me if I crossed into a world of werewolves, into the Moonheart Pack, and made Estelle's family genuinely love me — Estelle being the real daughter who'd died a horrible death there — and if I rewrote the ending where they all went mad and tore each other apart, I'd get my health back for good. A second life.
For twenty years in that body, I loved every single one of them with everything I had.
My husband Rhett was the youngest Alpha the pack had ever had. I mentioned once that I wanted Alaskan wild berries, and he drove a thousand miles overnight to get them. My mother Sylvia, the pack's head healer, made me tonics herself every single day. My father Everett and my brother Callum spoiled me so much the whole pack envied me for it.
I thought I'd actually rewritten my fate. I thought I was the happiest person alive.
Until that night.
I'm carrying a berry pie I baked myself toward the council hall when I hear my mother's voice, flat and cold.
"Estelle's heart is finally in perfect condition. Now's the best time to take it."
"Her heart buys Lila's life. She should be grateful for it." Rhett says it like it's nothing. "Once we take the heart, I'll dissolve the mate bond myself."
So this is it. All that kindness was just to grow a healthy heart for their adopted girl.
Three years. I've spent three years trying to love them, to thaw them out, to change things.
Then let it end here.



























