Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 201: Being Around You Is Dangerous

Derek’s POV

My mind began drifting off towards the witches and sorcerers, wondering if there was perhaps something that could be done about it. I couldn't put it past them to be able to raise the dead— was there almost anything impossible for them?

‘Their magic is limited, my wolf whispered. They're not gods. They can't raise the dead. And it's been six months.’

‘You act like you don't miss her, or want her.’

‘Of course I want her! He snarled at me. All of this is your fault. Six months after you're considering getting a sorcerer or witch to bring her back?’ He asked. ‘Do you know how you sound?’

I gritted my teeth, my grip tightening on the railing.

My wolf's voice was harsh, criticizing me. ‘Do you know how crazy you sound?’ he asked again. I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say.

I felt desperate. I wanted to believe that witches and sorcerers could do anything. Maybe they could bring Tiana back. My wolf said they couldn't, but I wasn't so sure.

"Even if they could," my wolf said softly, "do you think Tiana would want to come back?" I felt a pang in my chest. Would she want to return to a pack that had failed her? To a mate who had let her down?

I whispered, "What if she hates me?" The thought hurt. What if she came back and still chose Theo? My wolf didn't answer. He just stayed quiet.

"She definitely hates you," my wolf whispered. "You made her hate you. If anyone should be raving mad it is me."

"I know," I whispered. "I'm sorry."

My wolf was silent. Not a single response from him but I knew he was right. Why would Tiana want to come back to me, or a pack that failed her? Throughout her life, she had been treated unfairly so there was nothing that would make her even want to come back to this world, except perhaps she wanted to get revenge.

I shook my head. This was all crazy. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I had to try. If there was even a tiny chance... shouldn't I take it? Wouldn't I regret it if I didn't?

I made up my mind. I would find a way to bring Tiana back. No matter what.

I pushed myself off the railings and walked slowly swaying, the cool night air spreading goosebumps on my skin. I wondered what excuse I could give for suddenly leaving the pack to find a witch or sorcerer. Should I tell my father of my plan to bring Tiana back?

Was he going to be in support of it?

Then another thought crossed my mind— if there was anyone who wanted Tiana back as badly as I wanted her, it would be Theo... But then, that would mean fighting for her love if she returned.

(Tiana’s POV)

I lay in bed, staring up at the wooden beams on the ceiling. The night was quiet, but my mind was racing. I could hear the faint sound of crickets outside and the occasional howl in the distance.

The palace was still awake, with warriors on patrol and servants moving around. But in my room, I was alone with my thoughts. Peter's words from earlier kept echoing in my mind. He had mentioned that the King had issued new orders, some secret plan that he was putting together.

I had tried to brush it off, acting like it was just rumors. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something big was coming. The King didn't make moves without a reason. If he was planning something in secret, it meant trouble.

I turned onto my side, letting out a soft sigh. It wasn't my problem, not yet. But I couldn't help wondering what was coming.

But a part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that it soon would be.

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep. But before I could drift off, a faint creak echoed from my door. My eyes snapped open, my body going rigid.

I wasn’t expecting anyone.

I slowly sat up, my hand reaching under the pillow for my dagger. The door creaked open, and a shadowy figure slipped inside. I knew who it was even before I saw his face. It was Peter. I could easily make out his outline in the dark, and his scent as well was intoxicating and...

I stopped myself immediately. I could not be thinking of him in that way.

He stood by the door, his body was quite rigid, like he was unsure if he should be there. The moonlight barely lit up his face, but I could see the conflict in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered, my fingers still wrapped around the dagger.

Peter's voice was quiet. "I needed to see you." Something about the way he said it made my heart skip a beat. I forced myself to relax and let go of the dagger.

"It's the middle of the night," I pointed out.

"I know," Peter said, taking a step closer. "But you were right earlier. I have been avoiding you."

I swallowed, feeling the room shrink with him in it. "And why is that?" I asked, trying to sound neutral.

Peter hesitated before answering. "Because being around you is dangerous."

I frowned. "Dangerous?"

He clarified his voice barely above a whisper. "For me. You make me question things I shouldn't be questioning."

I blinked. That was the last thing I expected him to say.

Peter wasn’t the type to spill his thoughts easily. He was guarded, disciplined, and always calculating. But right now, he looked… vulnerable.

And I wanted to know what it was.

“You’re not making any sense,” I said.

Peter exhaled, running a hand through his hair. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but then he shook his head. “Forget it.”

He turned like he was about to leave, but before he could take another step, I spoke.

“You’re a coward.”