Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 153: Did The Moon Goddess Put You Here By Accident?

**Tiana's POV**

I wasn’t Erika.

Even though I was inhabiting this body and it was now an unavoidable part of me; No matter how many memories flashed through my mind, how many nightmares I endured, I wasn’t her and would never be.

But when I closed my eyes, I could still see it—the blood-soaked execution grounds, the sound of her mother’s final scream before the blade fell. It felt real, like I had been there. Like it had been my mother, my pain, my suffering.

But it wasn’t.

And I wasn’t sure I wanted to carry it.

I had promised myself revenge—sworn it with every bit of fury I could muster when I realized I had been reborn in Erika’s body and I had heard the story from hee grandmother on how what was supposed to be hers was taken away.

But now, as I sat in the old woman’s cabin, staring at the flickering flames of the hearth, doubt gnawed at me.

Did I really want this? Did I really want to throw myself into a war that had nothing to do with me?

I clenched my fists. My own death had been unfair, yes. Derek had rejected me. I got someone to love me and found the people that would have called me a family but somehow I was set up and betrayed by them.

The person I loved had not defended me when I was accused of poisoning his father and had allowed me to consume the poison knowing the whole thing could have been a set up.

Yes, my death was unfair and bad, but I hadn't been executed. My mother hadn't been beheaded in front of me. I hadn't been betrayed by my own pack and cast out like filth. I had not been as humiliated as she was.

I had not had my rightful thing, taken away from me.

That was Erika’s pain. Not mine.

So why the hell did it feel like it was?

"You’re thinking too much."

The old woman’s voice was calm as she placed a steaming cup of herbal tea in front of me. I hadn’t even noticed when she started brewing it.

I glared at her. "You don’t know what I’m thinking."

She chuckled. "You’re debating whether you still want revenge."

I stiffened. "I never said that."

"You didn’t have to." She lowered herself onto the stool across from me, watching me with knowing eyes. "You’re afraid."

I scoffed, grabbing the cup just to have something to do with my hands. "I’m not afraid. I just don’t see why I should throw myself into a fight that isn’t mine."

"Isn’t it?" She tilted her head. "Did the Moon Goddess put you here by accident?"

I didn’t answer.

Because I didn’t know.

Was this fate? Some cruel divine joke?

I was just a rejected wolf from Moonstone Pack. I wasn’t a warrior. I wasn’t the daughter of some fallen Alpha. I wasn’t—

A sudden flash of memory stopped me mid-thought.

A dark hall. A heavy scent of blood in the air.

I was on my knees, held by guards, barely breathing.

Corvin’s voice echoed in the darkness. "She will not share in her mother’s punishment, but she will no longer be one of us."

And then—cold.

The icy wind as I was thrown out of my own home. The heavy footsteps walking away, leaving me there like I was nothing.

I gasped, my grip tightening on the cup. It burned my fingertips, but I barely felt it.

The memory faded, but the anger it left behind didn’t.

The old woman was still watching me. "Tell me, child. Do you really believe the Moon Goddess gave you this second life so you could run away from it?"

I didn’t answer her.

That night, I dreamt again.

But this time, I wasn’t alone.

I stood in a dark space, my feet touching nothing. In front of me stood a girl; the girl who owned the body I was in—Erika.

Her long dark hair flowed like ink, and her eyes—my eyes—bored into me with something close to hatred.

"You made a promise," she said.

I swallowed. "I—"

"You said you’d make them pay." Her voice was sharp, like a blade cutting through the air. "But now you want to turn your back. How convenient."

I scowled. "I didn’t ask to be you."

"No. But you are." She took a step closer, her expression unreadable. "And if you don’t get revenge, no one else will."

I wanted to argue. To tell her I had my own life, my own pain, my own reasons to be angry at the world.

But then I saw it again.

The execution.

Her mother’s head rolling across the stone floor, blood staining her hands, her dress, her soul.

The sound of her own screams, raw and broken, before she was dragged away and banished.

I fell to my knees, clutching my head as the memories swarmed me.

No… no, this isn’t mine…

But the pain said otherwise.

When I looked up, Erika was gone.

And I was alone again.

I woke up gasping.

The cabin was silent, the only sound the faint crackle of dying embers in the hearth. My body was shaking, drenched in sweat.

I could still feel the weight of those memories pressing against my chest.

Still hear Erika’s voice echoing in my mind.

You made a promise.

My fingers curled into the blanket.

No. I wasn’t Erika. I never would be.

But I was in her body. I had her strength, her memories, her pain.

And that meant I had her enemies, too.

If I didn’t destroy them, they would destroy me first.

I took a deep breath, forcing my body to still. Then I got up, walked to the old woman, and met her gaze without flinching.

"If I were to go back," I said slowly, my voice steady this time, "if I were to make them pay… where would I start?"

The old woman smiled knowingly. "Now you’re asking the right questions."