Thora's POV: "Ugh!" My head throbbed with pain. Not just my head—every inch of my body aches, like I've been torn apart. But wait. Didn't I already blow up my soulstone and take those traitors with me? Why can I still feel pain? Rustling. Two unfamiliar footsteps came closer. I froze, holding my breath. "A worthless half-blood without a wolf like her? Falling off a cliff like that—she's definitely dead. No need to waste time checking." "Tsk! What a shame. She was so pretty. Would've been fun to have a little taste before she died." The second voice was nasty. "Boss, maybe while her body's still warm, we—""Shut it. That's disgusting. I'm heading back to report. You clean up." "Got it." The first man's steps faded away. The other flipped me over. His rough hand brushed my cheek. I snapped my eyes open and grabbed his throat. He froze, eyes wide with fear. "Y-you're alive?!" I frowned, looking at my thin arm. My strength is weak … way too weak. "B—" Before he could get the second word out, I grabbed his neck and twisted it hard. Crack! His body dropped limp to the ground. That one simple move nearly drained all the strength I had.What happened? Suddenly, a flood of memories that weren't mine tore into my mind— Rip! "Let go! Don't touch me!" The sound of cloth tearing. A girl's helpless cries. "Wait until this video of you fooling around with rogues spreads through the pack. Let's see if Grandpa can still protect you, you worthless mutt!" It was the cruel, gloating voice of another young girl, mixed with the faint buzz of a recording camera. The rogues' harsh breathing filled the air. Their filthy hands made her skin crawl. They twisted her arm behind her back as she fought with everything she had. The final image was the girl throwing herself off the cliff, crashing into the darkness below. Boom! Pain exploded through my head, yanking my mind back to reality.Sweat drenched my body. I gasped for air, piecing the truth together. So yes—I was dead. I had been Ash Keller, the only female Alpha Commander in the Apocalypse War Zone, betrayed by the ones I trusted. They poisoned me while I was badly wounded, cut my body open, and tried to steal the soulstone inside me that held duo powers. With the last of my strength, I detonated that soulstone and took every one of those traitors down with me. Maybe the Moon Goddess heard my cry of rage and gave me another chance at life. I woke up a thousand years in the past, inside the body of a sixteen-year-old girl named Thora Green. She was half human, half werewolf, but her wolf spirit had never awakened. In a society that worshiped pure bloodlines and believed in survival of the fittest, she was despised everywhere she went. The only one who ever stood by her was her grandfather—the Alpha of the Silverleaf Pack, Marlon Green. Instead of rejecting her, Marlon loved her deeply. He even declared that once Thora came of age and awakened her wolf spirit, she would be the next Alpha of the pack. That decision enraged the family. It also signed her death warrant. Her younger half-sister, Hazel Green, wanted the Alpha position for herself. She secretly joined forces with rogues who had betrayed the werewolves. Together, they lured Thora to a cliff. Their plan was cruel: let the rogues violate her so she would lose the right to lead. But Thora fought back. She didn't give in. In the end, she was shoved over the edge, falling to her death. Just before her consciousness faded away, she prayed to the Moon Goddess—not for rebirth, but for a strong soul to take her place. She wished for someone who'd avenge her and finish the dreams she never got to live. That prayer crossed time itself. It found me—someone who also died from betrayal a thousand years later. I lifted my head and stared at the bright full moon above me. The sight stunned me.Back in the apocalypse I came from, the world was poisoned and broken. The moonlight was always dim, mutant werewolves roamed everywhere, and I led soldiers in nonstop battles day and night. But here, the moonlight was pure. The werewolves had not yet been twisted by mutation. And yet, even in this time, the chains of bloodlines and the hatred within families were more dangerous than any enemy on the battlefield. If the Moon Goddess really showed me mercy and gave me this second life, then from now on—I'm Thora. Her enemies will face me. Her dreams? I'll make them happen!