Thora's POV: When I slowly drifted back to consciousness, the first thing I noticed was the strong smell of medicine in the air. That told me I was being treated, and I finally relaxed a little. At least that man had kept his word. I knew this new body was badly injured. Even though I had been reborn into it, if I didn't get treatment quickly, it would soon fall apart. Right now, I couldn't open my eyes or move. But I could sense two people breathing in the room. Their voices reached my ears. "How is she?" The man I had made a deal with sounded worried. "Good thing you brought her in when you did. Otherwise, she'd either be dead or permanently crippled." The second voice belonged to the healer. "How was she hurt?" "Fell off a cliff," the healer answered. "Severe head trauma, multiple fractures, internal bleeding, bruises everywhere. Nothing else could cause this kind of damage." The healer sounded puzzled, almost fascinated. "But here's what's strange. She's just a teenager. Her wolf spirit hasn't even awakened. With injuries this serious, she should've been gone long ago. Yet somehow, she held on until you found her. I just ran some tests. Other than the injuries, her brain and nervous system seem perfectly fine. It's unbelievable!" "Yeah, it's unbelievable," the man muttered. "Alpha, her recovery rate and vital signs are completely abnormal. She's the perfect research subject! Let me take her to the lab for a full examination." Hearing that, I wanted to frown. Before I could, a familiar wave of alpha pressure swept through the room. "Get out!" "Alright, alright. I'm leaving." After some shuffling, the room fell quiet again. I let out a slow breath of relief. The healer who wanted to treat me like a test subject was gone.But the man who had bargained with me was still here. Even with my eyes shut, I could feel the heat of his gaze. That gaze was the same as the one he gave me back in the car—sharp and deep, like the eyes of a werewolf king locking onto his prey in the dark of night. It carried both curiosity and a quiet sense of judgment. "Who are you, really?" As my mind sank back into darkness, I thought I heard him whisper those words. ... I didn't know how long I'd been unconscious, but at last I could open my eyes. I found myself wrapped in bandages, lying inside a sealed medical pod. A tube ran into my left hand, dripping cold fluid into my veins. As it spread through me, the sharp, tearing pain eased. My limbs still felt numb, but at least I wasn't paralyzed anymore. I tried moving my fingers. Suddenly, a familiar surge of energy rippled inside me. The same power I had felt before the race. I was shocked and quickly checked myself inwardly. There it was. The soulstone that had belonged to the original Thora was surrounded by a faint blue glow. It was the source of power that belonged to me and Amie. I called out through the mind-link, desperate. "Amie! Amie, can you hear me?" For a moment, there was only silence. Then, a weak voice whispered in my mind. "I'm here … " It's her. Amie is still alive! Her presence was faint, nearly gone, but she was there. "You badly hurt me when you detonated yourself in the last life. I can't take form right now."Tears burned my eyes. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is you're still with me!" "I'm too weak. I need to sleep and recover." Her voice faded as she went into hibernation. Once again, I could no longer sense her. A wave of loss washed over me—but also relief. At least I knew Amie was still alive. That my partner—the one who had always fought by my side—had been reborn with me. And that alone was enough. Even as she slept, the faint blue glow around my soulstone remained. I tested my power, focusing on the IV needle in the back of my hand. The metal tip shivered, then slowly slid out of my skin. This is amazing! My abilities are still with me! In this strange world, that gave me a little sense of safety. After the apocalypse, werewolves had awakened abilities in battles with mutants. But here, such powers didn't exist. At least not yet. I'd have to keep mine hidden. I glanced at the screen on the medical pod. I had been unconscious for five days. That was too long. I had to return to the Silverleaf Pack immediately. If I didn't, Hazel would spread rumors that I'd died or vanished to steal what rightfully belonged to me. Since I now lived in the original Thora's body, I swore to avenge her. I would protect everything that belonged to her. I forced myself to sit up, wincing as I pulled out the remaining tubes. But the moment I stepped out of the pod, a cool, mocking voice came from the doorway. "Well, it looks like you really do have a death wish." I lifted my head—and froze. A tall, striking man stood leaning lazily against the doorframe, his eyes locked on me. It was him. The man I had made the deal with.