Chapter 3

"Luna, the most pressing matter now is to help Alpha settle his final affairs." Toric's voice yanked me back to the present. "You're right, Silas." I deliberately stressed the name, watching his pupils contract with guilt. "We should let Toric rest in peace." Since he was so desperate to be Silas, so eager to be with Evelyn, I would grant him his wish. Let him live forever in this lie, forever his brother's shadow. At the funeral, I cried so hard I nearly fainted. Pack members, their own eyes red, supported my trembling shoulders, believing my grief was for my 'deceased' mate. What they didn't know— My tears were for my past self. Memories flooded back. My first meeting with Toric wasn't at the solemn Luna Queen ceremony, but in a coffee shop in the Shadowmoon Pack. Their sandwiches were famous, but always piled high with cucumber slices, which I hated. Having forgotten to tell the owner, I ended up with the one bearing the thickest cucumber slices. I was painstakingly picking them out when I felt eyes on me. I looked up and met a strikingly handsome face. His gaze was intense. I turned away, my cheeks flushing. Later, guided by the Luna Queen, we became mates. Toric's gentle attentiveness made me fall for him quickly, especially his habit of patiently picking the cucumber out of my sandwiches. But it wasn't until my deathbed in my past life that I learned this habit wasn't formed for me. I wasn't the only one who hated cucumber. "Seeing you pick out the cucumbers reminded me of Evelyn," Toric's confession still echoed in my ears. "But after she was with Silas... I never had the chance to do that for her again..." How utterly laughable. I had simply become his vessel for fulfilling an old regret. The ceremonial fire crackled. The burial offerings from the pack members turned to ash in the fierce flames. My fury burned hotter than the leaping fire. I suddenly turned and rushed inside, returning with an armful of cherished items which I threw into the blaze. "Luna!" Toric recognized them instantly, his face contorting. He lunged forward to stop me but was driven back by the searing heat. "Those were Alpha's gifts to you!" His voice was hoarse with urgency. "You treasured them so much!" It was true. Every gift had been carefully stored, treated as precious. Now, they twisted and blackened in the flames, just like the deceived me of my past life. "Precisely because he gave them, I must burn them!" I cried, tears streaming, my voice trembling perfectly. "Keeping them only brings more pain!" Toric's fists clenched white. "At least... keep one or two..." "What use are dead things when the person is gone?" I snapped sharply. "Can they replace the living?" Packpeople around murmured in agreement: "Silas, let Luna vent her sorrow..." Toric's lips trembled, and he finally retreated silently to the side. In the firelight, his expression was a spectacle to behold. Wrong. I sneered inwardly. The bitter one isn't me. It's you, the coward who doesn't dare claim his true identity.