Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 116: Closer To The Truth

**Erika’s POV**

Corvin leaned back. “That’s because whatever is inside you isn’t fully awake yet. But it’s there. And we need to unlock it as soon as possible.”

My fingers curled into fists. “What if I don’t want to?”

Silence filled the room.

“Then you’ll never reach your full potential. And when the time comes that you need that power, you won’t have it.”

I let out a slow breath.

I didn’t want to be special. I didn’t want expectations, or tests, or any of this. I just wanted to train, to fight, to prove myself on my own terms.

But deep down, a small part of me whispered—what if they’re right?

What if there really was something inside me?

And what if I wasn’t ready for it?

I barely had time to process everything Alpha Corvin said before I was dragged back to my room to rest. My body still ached from the fight with the bear, but the wounds were healing fast. Faster than usual.

I didn’t want to think about what that meant.

A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Before I could answer, the door swung open, and my mother rushed inside.

“Erika!” she gasped, her hands flying to my face as she knelt beside my bed. “Oh, my sweet girl.”

I tried to sit up straighter, but she pressed a gentle hand to my shoulder. Her dark eyes shimmered with emotion as she took in my state. Bandaged arms, a faint bruise on my jaw, and the exhaustion I knew was still written across my face.

“I’m fine, Mom,” I muttered, though the soreness in my muscles disagreed.

Her lips pressed into a tight line. “No, you are not. I heard what happened.” Her voice was firm, but I saw the relief in her gaze. She reached up and brushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “You could have died, Erika.”

I looked away. “But I didn’t.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “You shouldn’t have wandered off alone. You know better.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. She wasn’t wrong. If I had just listened if I hadn’t stormed off because of some stupid argument. None of this would have happened.

But it had.

And now I had bigger things to worry about.

I hesitated, then said, “Mom… Alpha Corvin spoke to me.”

Something changed in her expression. Her fingers tensed against my arm. “About what?”

I swallowed. “He said I have… potential. That I might have some kind of magic inside me.”

The blood drained from her face.

She opened her mouth, then closed it. Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled away from me.

“Mom?” I frowned. “Why do you look like that?”

She stood abruptly, pacing toward the window. For a long moment, she just stared outside, her back rigid, her shoulders tense.

Then she whispered, “I was afraid of this.”

A sharp knock on the door made me jump.

“Erika,” Carlo’s voice came through the wood, calm but firm. “You’re needed back in the infirmary.”

I glanced at my mother, but she still hadn’t turned around.

“Mom—”

“Go,” she said quickly, her voice strained. “We’ll talk later.”

I hesitated, but Carlo knocked again.

With a frustrated sigh, I pulled myself out of bed and opened the door. Carlo looked me over, eyes scanning my face like he was checking for any signs of weakness.

“Come on,” he said, stepping aside. “There’s work to do.”

*+*+*+*+*

I expected training to be just as brutal as before. Running until my legs gave out, sparring until I couldn’t lift my arms, pushing my body to its limits.

But Carlo had something else in mind.

The training field was empty except for us. The morning air was crisp, the sun barely peeking over the trees. I bounced on the balls of my feet, shaking out my limbs, ready for whatever punishment he had planned.

Then he pulled out a blindfold.

“What is that?” I asked, staring at him with a raise of my eyebrows.

“Your new challenge," he said with a smirk

I crossed my arms. “You’re joking.”

“Nope.” He tossed it to me. “Put it on.”

I hesitated. “How am I supposed to fight if I can’t see?”

“That’s the point.”

I scoffed. “This is stupid.”

Carlo arched a brow. “Oh? So you’re saying you don’t need your eyes? That you can predict an attack before it happens?”

I frowned.

He took a step closer, voice dropping. “You want to control whatever’s inside you? You have to start by trusting something other than sight. You rely too much on what you see. That’s why you were caught off guard by the bear.”

I opened my mouth to argue but stopped. I hated to admit it, but he had a point.

With a reluctant sigh, I tied the blindfold around my head, plunging myself into darkness.

“Good.” His voice came from my left. No—my right. No, wait—behind me?

I clenched my jaw.

“Listen,” he said. “Feel.”

I focused.

Something slammed into my ribs suddenly. I grunted, stumbling back.

Carlo chuckled. “Too slow.”

I cursed under my breath.

Again.

The next hit came from my left, but I dodged barely. My heart pounded. I strained to hear, to sense, but everything was too overwhelming. We kept going at it again and again and again until several hours passed.

By the time he let me take off the blindfold, I was drenched in sweat, bruises forming where I failed to react in time.

I glared at him. “That was pointless.”

He smirked. “Was it?”

I huffed, turning away—only to freeze. A second before the things around me happened, I felt it. A bird flying away from the trees towards my direction. I knew it was going to happen so I whipped my head around in time to see. The same happened with a squirrel darting across the training ground.

Carlo moved behind me before he even spoke. My breath caught.

No. That wasn’t normal.