Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 115: Something Special Within You

**Erika’s POV**

Pain. That was the first thing I felt. A deep, heavy ache spread through my whole body like my bones were on fire. My head pounded, my skin felt hot, and it was like I’d been thrown off a cliff and hit every rock on the way down.

I forced my eyes open, squinting in the dim light from the candles on the stone walls. The air smelled strange, like herbs and something sharp, maybe blood. My blood.

Where was I?

I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my side, forcing me back down with a groan. My head spun, and for a second, I saw flashes of teeth, claws, dark fur, and the bear crashing into me. My wolf fighting, tearing into it. Then... nothing.

A chair creaked beside me.

“You’re awake.”

I turned my head slowly, wincing as the movement sent another wave of pain through me. Carlo sat by my bedside, arms crossed, watching me with a blank expression.

I frowned. “Why are you here?” My voice came out rough, barely more than a whisper.

He raised an eyebrow. “You almost got yourself killed. I thought I should make sure you didn’t actually die in your sleep.”

I scoffed, even though it made my ribs hurt. “How thoughtful.”

Carlo ignored the sarcasm. “You’ve been out for hours. The healer said you lost a lot of blood.”

That explained why my limbs felt like they were made of lead. Still, I wasn’t about to admit that. I tried to push myself up again, slower this time, but Carlo reached out and pressed a firm hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t be stupid,” he said. “Lie down.”

I glared at him. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not.”

The voice that interrupted us was softer but firm. I turned my head and saw the healer, an older woman with silver-streaked hair and sharp eyes, walking toward me. She set a wooden bowl of something that smelled awful on the bedside table and studied me with a critical look.

“You should be resting, not arguing,” she said. “Your body went through hell.”

I scowled but didn’t say anything. She wasn’t wrong.

“I need to get back to training,” I muttered after a moment.

Carlo let out a sharp laugh. “You almost died, Erika. I don’t think swinging a sword around is the best idea right now.”

I clenched my jaw. “I don’t need pity.”

The healer handed me a cup of something warm, probably medicine, and gave me a look that dared me to refuse. I took a sip, grimacing at the bitter taste.

“It’s not pity,” she said. “It’s common sense. Even a wolf’s body needs time to heal.”

I didn’t respond.

Carlo watched me for another long moment before standing. “Alpha Corvin wants to see you tomorrow,” he said. “Don’t make him wait.”

And with that, he left.

*+*+*+*

The next day, I felt better. Not great, but enough to walk without feeling like I was going to collapse. The healer had grumbled about me leaving the infirmary so soon, but I ignored her.

The doors towered in front of me. My stomach twisted, a nervous knot tightening inside me, but I forced my shoulders back and lifted my chin. No hesitation. No fear.

I knocked once.

"Enter."

Alpha Corvin’s voice was deep, and steady, the kind that didn’t need to be loud to demand obedience. It sent a shiver through me, but I ignored it and pushed the doors open.

The room smelled of old books, leather, and something smoky—probably from the fire crackling in the massive stone hearth. Shelves stretched across the walls, overflowing with books, rolled-up maps, and strange artifacts that looked ancient. Alpha Corvin sat behind a desk that looked as solid and unmoving as a mountain. His piercing eyes locked onto me the second I stepped in like he could see right through my skin and into my thoughts.

Carlo stood off to the side, arms crossed, his face blank as always.

"Sit," Corvin said, motioning to the chair in front of him.

I hesitated for half a second before obeying. The second I lowered myself onto the chair, a sharp pull in my ribs reminded me of yesterday’s fight, but I clenched my jaw and kept my face smooth.

Corvin studied me in silence, tapping his fingers against the desk in a slow, thoughtful rhythm. Then, without warning, he said, "Do you know why you’re here?"

I blinked. "Because I killed a bear?"

His lips twitched like I’d said something amusing. "Yes. And no." He leaned forward slightly. "You just finished a full day of training. By all accounts, you should have been too exhausted to fight off a bear. And yet, you did."

"I just did what I had to do," I said with a frown.

"You did more than that."

"You didn’t just fight, Erika. You tore that thing apart." Carlo finally spoke, his voice quieter, calmer than usual.

I turned to him, then back to Corvin. "What are you saying?"

The Alpha laced his fingers together. "I believe you have something inside you—something waiting to be unlocked."

My muscles tensed. "What do you mean?"

"Magic," he said simply.

I blinked. "Magic?"

Carlo nodded. "It’s not just about strength. I’ve seen wolves stronger than you fall to lesser threats because they lacked the right instinct. You weren’t just fighting that bear—you overpowered it. Like something else took over."

I shook my head quickly. "That’s ridiculous. I just fought like any other wolf would."

"Did you?" Corvin challenged. "Tell me what do you remember from the fight?"

I opened my mouth, then shut it.

Flashes. That’s all I had. Pieces of a memory, scattered and strange. The bear’s growl vibrating in my chest. My claws sinking deep into its flesh. The weight of it crushing down on me.

I swallowed hard.

“I don’t remember much,” I admitted looking at my feet then back at him. "Why does it matter?”