In past life, Freya poured everything into raising the white wolf Victor—her blood, her lifespan, her very soul. What did she get in return? He tore away her only life-saving sacred flower and gave it to his own sister. She knelt, drenched in blood, begging. He didn't even look back. Left her to die alone in that freezing stone chamber. As her last breath faded, she swore: If I get another chance—I will never save him again. She opened her eyes. Reborn. Back to day one. This time, she walked right past the coveted "white moonlight" wolf everyone fought over. Turned—and picked up the one-eyed, scarred, mangy gray mutt cowering in the corner. The crowd gasped: "Is she insane?!"
