Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 150: Memories From The Past

***After Tiana woke up in Erika's body inside the forest where Erika died. And how she remembered everything that happened to both Tiana and Erika before their death.***

**Tiana’s POV**

The old woman's words were like a punch to the gut. "You're supposed to be dead." I felt my heart racing like crazy, and I tried to calm down, but it was hard. Every breath I took felt weird like I was breathing for the first time. I looked down at my hands again. Hands that were different. Stronger, somehow. I didn't recognize them, but at the same time, they felt familiar.

I felt a lump in my throat, and I tried to swallow it down. "This is some kind of mistake," I whispered. My voice sounded weird, too. It was shaky and unsure like I was scared of being heard. "I was in Moonstone Pack. I got rejected." I remembered the pain and humiliation I felt when Derek rejected me. It was like my whole world had fallen apart.

But there was something else... something I couldn't quite remember. What happened after Derek rejected me? I tried to think back, but my mind was blank. It was frustrating, and it made me feel even more scared and confused. I felt like I was missing a piece of myself like something had been ripped away from me. I needed to remember, but my mind just wouldn't cooperate.

A slow, creeping chill settled over me. Something had happened after that. Something dark. Something painful. But it was just out of reach. It was in my head, right at the tip of my tongue but I didn't know what it was.

"I got your letter from the pigeon a few days ago and..."

"What letter?"

The old woman placed a hand on my arm. “Come, child. You need to rest.”

I flinched. I didn’t trust her. I didn’t trust anyone. But my body—Erika’s body—felt like it was barely holding itself together. My legs trembled beneath me, exhaustion pressing down on my shoulders.

So, I followed her.

"I have something that might help,” she murmured, moving toward a shelf lined with tiny glass jars.

My throat tightened. “Help with what?”

She turned back to me, her amber eyes burning with something unreadable. “With your memories.”

Memories.

The word made my stomach twist. Did I want to remember?

A part of me already knew the answer.

I had been brought here for a reason.

She handed me a small cup filled with dark, steaming liquid. The scent was bitter, strong, and oddly familiar. “Drink,” she urged softly.

I hesitated, my fingers tightening around the cup.

Then I lifted it to my lips and drank.

An extremely sharp pain tore through my skull like claws raking through flesh. I gasped, my body jerking violently. The cup slipped from my fingers, shattering against the floor.

And then something flashed before my eyes.

I saw a woman I didn't know, but she seemed oddly familiar.

Her golden hair was matted with blood, and her bright blue eyes filled with terror. She was on her knees, bound in chains, surrounded by warriors whose faces blurred in the haze of my memory.

The scent of fear clung to the air.

And then there was a sickening sound as it sliced through flesh.

I watched helplessly as the woman's head rolled across the cold stone floor, her lifeless eyes staring back at me.

I fell to my knees, my fingers clawing at the ground, my screams tearing from my throat. But it didn’t matter.

She was gone.

A howl tore from my throat, raw and agonizing. My knees buckled, my vision blurred, my hands clawed at the ground as if I could somehow piece her back together—undo what had just happened.

But it was real. Her blood soaked the earth and her head lay on the ground, a few feet away from where her lifeless body leaned on the platform.

She was gone. I looked up and saw a man who seemed like a leader. Names floated through my mind. I knew him...

Alpha Corvin.

I felt hands grab my arms, yanking me up. I fought, kicking and thrashing, but they held me firm. My chest heaved, my screams choking in my throat as Corvin stepped forward. His dark robes billowed around him, his face unreadable.

He stared at me for a long moment, his black eyes piercing through me. Then he spoke.

"She will not be punished for the sins of her mother," he said solemnly.

The words barely registered as I gasped for breath, my body trembling.

"But she will no longer be one of us."

The warriors released me, and I collapsed onto the bloodstained ground. My hands shook as I tried to push myself up, my head spinning.

Banishment.

They were banishing me.

But I couldn't care less as I felt a surge of anger coursing through my veins.

Corvin turned away, already dismissing me as if I had never existed. The warriors stepped back, their gazes empty, uninterested.

I was nothing to them.

I was nothing at all.

Then there was a man who I felt joined to. He walked towards me— his eyes heavy with guilt. "Erika."

"Leave me alone," I hissed at him.

A gust of wind blew through the courtyard, chilling my damp skin. The reality settled in my chest like a weight.

I had no home.

No family.

No name.

I was alone.

Then memory of the same man hugging me as I has just finished a meal, promising to come to me.

Then the cold, the hunger, the fear—all of it came rushing back. Hours of wandering, being flanked by guards, my body weak, my wolf silent. Then a wave of dizziness, my legs feeling numb and then my body hitting the ground painfully.

Then—darkness.

Until now.

My body jerked violently as I snapped back to the present. I gasped, my chest heaving, the scent of herbs thick in my lungs.

The old woman was watching me, her wrinkled face unreadable.

“You remember now,” she murmured.

I pressed a hand to my racing heart, my skin clammy with sweat.

I remembered.

Everything.