Sandra's Wrath

The Silver Wing Pack's grand hall radiated with joy and excitement.

Shiny golden chandeliers glimmered overhead, casting a cozy light on the hundreds of pack members who gathered for the wedding of their Alpha, Daniel Macron, and his fated mate, Sandra.

It was a union that had been destined by the stars, anticipated by every Mystic forest pack member to bring in a new period of strength,hope and prosperity.

Sandra was overjoyed, holding her breath as she looked at the view in front of her.

The intricate details on her white-lace dress sparkled in the candlelight, creating an elegant masterpiece.

Her black hair was in waves, secured up, and adorned with white roses to coordinate with the bouquet she held.

Next to her was her younger sister, Lucy, holding onto her arm tightly, her eyes filled with joy.

Lucy;softly remarked, her voice filled with pride and amazement, "You look like a queen.'" Sandra smiled softly, her heart full of love for her younger sister.

Lucy had always been her biggest supporter, her pillar of strength, her rock when things got rough.

While walking down the stairs, she could feel Lucy's presence hovering close by, like a protective shadow.

They'd been through so much together, including losing both parents and living with Olenna their stepmother;a cruel, harsh, manipulative and calculating woman who tightly controlled their lives.

But today was different. Today belonged to Sandra, and nothing could spoil it.

This was the moment she had always dreamed of. She had met Daniel when they were young, and their immediate connection made others jealous.

Daniel became the Alpha just one year earlier after his father passed away. He is strong, attractive, and fiercely devoted. Everyone loves and respects him.

For a moment, the world around them faded, and all Sandra could see was Daniel. Her fated mate. Her love. Her future.

"Today is the day. " "This evening is perfect," she murmured to herself, with a wide smile on her face. As she walked towards the altar, the bouquet she carried, filled with white roses and silver eucalyptus, felt delightfully weightless.

The music swelled, and the pack stood in unison to honour the couple.

Sandra's heart raced as she locked eyes with Daniel, his gaze filled with warmth and adoration.His presence always had a way of calming the storm within her, and tonight was no different.

Now they'd reached the pinnacle of their adventure. The entire pack gathered to celebrate the union of their Alpha and his Luna.

As Sandra walked the hallway, she spotted Daniel standing at the altar, waiting for her.

He was stunning in his cut black suit, with broad shoulders and polished features that portrayed status and security. But what genuinely stole her breath away was the way his warm brown eyes softened when he looked at her .

Daniel held her hand as she reached to his side, his fingers lightly touching hers.

Their electric connection was a silent promise of the life they were going to build together. "You look... perfect," he said, his voice calm yet full of love. His warm and charming smile made Sandra's chest flutter.

"And you, my love, look like the Alpha you were always meant to be," Sandra replied, her voice barely more than a breath. She couldn't help but smile as she spoke the words-this was the finest moment of her life.

With her long silver robes flowing like liquid moonlight, the priestess stood in front of them and lifted her arms to initiate the sacred rites.

The entire pack became silent, the weight of the moment sinking in.

The priestess spoke with a strong, lovely voice, "Today we are gathered here to celebrate the union of Alpha Daniel Macron and his fated mate, Sandra." Their love gives us strength. Their relationship gives us hope.

The ceremony was filled with tradition.

They exchanged vows, promises not just to each other but to the entire pack they would lead and guide together.

Sandra spoke with determination as she pledged her love and devotion to Daniel, her heart growing fonder with each word.

Every word coming from Daniel was filled with passion, clearly showing his love for her.

The pack celebrated, their voices rising like a wave while the priestess gave her blessing to their bond. Sandra was bursting with joy-this was all she had ever dreamed of.

The world around her was perfect.

But just as the final blessings were about to be spoken, something shifted.

Daniel's hold on her hands suddenly became tighter. Sandra Looked up at him, expecting to see his familiar smile, but instead, what she saw was a pale face and trembling lips that seemed like they were gasping for air.

"Daniel?" Sandra mumbled, panic starting to creep into her chest.

He tried to speak, but no words escaped his mouth. His body shook as if an invisible energy had taken control of him and his eyes. In terror, his eyes widened as his body convulsed.

Before Sandra could even understand what was going on, Daniel fell to the ground.

"Hey", "Daniel!!" Sandra exclaimed while dropping to her knees next to him.Her hands moved gently across his body, looking for any sign of life, any hint that this was simply a horrible mistake.

However, his body was cold.

Lifeless.

The crowd panics.

The joyous celebration that had filled the hall moments before was replaced by a thick silence, heavy with disbelief and fear.

"Somebody help! Please!" Sandra's voice cracked as she tried to shake Daniel awake, but he remained still.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing holding onto him tightly.

The warriors rushed forward, but it was already too late.

Daniel's eyes, once so full of love, were now dull and empty. The realisation hit her with the force of a physical impact-he was gone. Her mate. Her love.

The love she has. In an instant, her entire future was torn apart suddenly.

"No, no, no," she whispered, her voice breaking with every word.

Tears spilt from her eyes while she clung to Daniel's lifeless body.

"Please don't leave me. I can't do this without you", I can't live without you.

But no amount of pleading could bring him back.

The pack fell into shocked silence as whispers started, initially quiet but eventually becoming louder and more aggressive.

"She did this"

someone muttered, and Sandra's heart froze. She looked up, Her tear-streaked face was full of disbelief as she glanced up.

"What?" Her voice trembled.

"She poisoned him," another voice hissed from the crowd.

Sandra shook her head violently, her mind spinning. "No! I didn't... I would never-"

But the accusations grew louder, spreading through the crowd like wildfire.

Faces that had once looked at her with love and joy were now filled with doubt, repulsion, and animosity.

She felt extreme pain in her heart as she looked at the lifeless body of Daniel, the man who meant the whole-word to her. Gone. And along with him, any chance of a future.

Olenna stepped forward, her expression grim, her voice carrying authority as she spoke.

"Sandra, you've disgraced us all. How could you?

"Seize her," Olenna commanded, and the warriors stepped forward without any hesitation.

"I did Not! I beg of you! Sandra wept while fighting against them as they held her arms and started pulling her away from Daniel's lifeless body.

"You must trust what I am saying!" I didn't do it! I loved him!

"The evidence points to you, Sandra," Olenna said, her voice dripping with disdain. "There was poison in Daniel's drink. You're the only one who could have done this."

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Her pack, who were once her family, now regarded her as a monster.

Even the warriors who had sworn to protect her took a step back, their eyes cold and accusing.

As Sandra was being taken away, her eyes met Daniel's lifeless body for one last time.

The man who had been her everything and the entire world was gone, and along with him, went any chance of happiness or peace.

She looked around in her desperation, hoping to see Lucy, her faithful little sister. But Lucy was nowhere to be found. The last trace of her support, her family, had vanished, just like her hopes.

Sandra felt overwhelmed by the weight of everything as she was tossed into a chilly, wet dungeon.

The intensity of the pain in her heart was so great that it seemed capable of tearing her apart.

She placed her hands on her chest, attempting to keep herself composed as tears overtook her body.

Sandra experienced true despair for the first time in her life. All that she had ever cherished, all that she had ever desired, had disappeared

And she was alone.

The pain was unbearable.

Every breath Sandra took brought with it pain, and the memory of all she had lost.

Daniel's face, pale and still in death, haunted her thoughts, his image burned into her mind like a scar that would never heal.

She tried to force the thought away, to think of anything else but it was hard; the pack's betrayal hovered dark and bitter, a sense of injustice so deep that her whole body pulsed with it.

They had condemned her, thrown her into this cold, damp dungeon, and left her to rot.

But she was innocent.

Sandra had loved Daniel more deeply than words could express. She would never hurt him. But no one believed her.

The pack had made their decision swiftly, their judgement final.

The world she had known- the pack in which she had trusted- was nothing but a broken ashen vision.

This was a nightmare with no escape.

Time had lost meaning in this cold, forsaken place. Grief, rage, confusion and helplessness twisted in her chest... suffocated by the weight of them pressing down on her.

Everything had been drained out of her and there was no one left to trust, nobody to listen to her story. No one cared.

The iron door clanked and creaked on its rusting hinges.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor, then swung wide to clear the passage of two warriors, pulling Sandra back to reality.

All of their faces were stone. No expression. Sandra didn't recognize them, but it didn't matter

They had come for her.

They were here to finish what the council had started.

A spiral of panic snaked its way through her gut, and for the shortest instance, she wondered if this was where it would end.

The warriors grabbed her arms and pulled her up roughly. Her legs buckled beneath her, but they didn't care.

They dragged her down the long, cold corridor, on their way out again, past empty cells full of nothing but despair and silence, no sound but the faint echo of their footsteps.

Every step she took was a reminder of the moment she had found Daniel, his body crumpled in the clearing, with his lips just stained blue from poison.

The memory was a knife twisting in her chest. She had been blamed, condemned without hesitation.

The pack she had given everything to, had betrayed her.

She was innocent. But no one cared.

They reached the council chamber, and Sandra's heart pounded in her chest, a drumbeat of terror and helplessness. Her legs nearly buckled as they shoved her inside.

The room was cold and oppressive, the air thick with judgement.

The council stood waiting, their faces hard and unmoving. Their minds were already made up.

Among them stood Olenna.Sandra's stepmother. The woman who had raised her after her mother's death.

The sight of Olenna made Sandra's blood run cold. Olenna's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, her lips curled into a cruel smile.

This was her doing. Sandra felt it in her bones. Olenna had betrayed her-had led the pack to believe that Sandra had murdered Daniel.

Why? Why would she do this?

But there was no time to ponder. Amid her despair, Sandra could not even recall the name of the council leader, who spoke with a voice as emotionless and unforgiving as the stone floor she stood on.

"Death is the punishment," he declared, his voice resounding in the silence of the room.

A soul for a soul, "But not by blade."

Sandra gasped as she gazed at the council members.

She struggled to comprehend the meaning behind their words, causing her thoughts to race. Death was certain, but how?

Olenna stepped forward, her smile widening. "Poison," she whispered as if savouring the word. "The same poison that took Daniel's life... "It's appropriate, don't you think?"

The words struck Sandra as if she had been punched in the chest. Poison?

They planned to murder her in the same manner as Daniel had been murdered.

There will be no opportunity for a trial, no opportunity to prove her innocence, no last words. Just the cold, bitter finality of poison.

The warriors grabbed her arms once more, dragging her from the chamber. She stumbled, her legs weak and unsteady, but they didn't slow.

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps as they led her out of the pack house and into the night.

The cold breeze nipped at her flesh as she approached the majestic trees of Mystic Forest, their towering presence creating elongated shadows on the ground.

This was the place where she and Daniel had planned to build their future.

They had discussed it nonstop, about starting a family in the quiet safety of the woods.

However, now, the forest was a place of death. The irony tasted bitter on her tongue.

The wet ground in the forest made squelching sounds under her knees when the warriors pushed her down.

Sandra felt the weight of her failure settle on her shoulders, heavy and suffocating. She had failed Daniel.

She had failed to protect him and failed to clear her name. She had failed to reveal the truth. And worst of all, she had failed her sister.

Lucy.

A sob ripped through Sandra's chest as the image of her sister's innocent face flashed through her mind.

Lucy had disappeared the night Daniel was killed. No one had laid eyes on her since then, and now, Sandra would never know what had happened to her.

The feeling of guilt was all-consuming. She had failed her, too.

The executioner stood before her, but this time, there was no blade. Instead, he held a small vial of liquid-clear and deadly.

Sandra's chest tightened as she stared at the vial. This was it. The end. Her tale had come to an end.

Olenna stepped closer, her eyes shining in the moon's light. She held out the vial, with a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Drink," she said, her voice a cold whisper.

"You will be joining him shortly."

"But why"?

We showed you nothing but love and respect; we accepted you in our family.

I thought you loved us, and father, I thought you swore to protect us from all harm, Sandra replied to Olenna with a trembling voice.

"You'll never get away with this," Sandra spat, but her words felt weak and hollow. She had no power left. Nothing.

Olenna leaned in, her breath hot against Sandra's ear. "I already have."

Pausing briefly, she held her breath, and for a brief moment, she wondered if there was still a way out, a chance at survival.

But the warriors' hands tightened around her arms, and she realised there was no escape.

Sandra's hands trembled as the warriors forced her to take the vial.

She felt a wave of nausea as she raised the vial to her lips. She could feel Olenna's eyes on her, watching, waiting for her to succumb.

With a trembling breath, Sandra shut her eyes and took a sip

The liquid sloshed inside, serving as a bitter reminder of Daniel's fate.

The bitter and acrid taste of the liquid caused a burning sensation as it went down her throat.

The poison was merciless, and soon, Sandra could feel her heart slowing, her breaths becoming shallow. Every beat of her heart was a reminder of her failure-of how she had lost everything.

Olenna watched, her smile never faltering, as Sandra's body began to weaken.

"You'll be forgotten," Olenna whispered, her voice barely audible. "No one will remember you. No one will mourn you."

Her stomach churned, causing her to gag, but the warriors held her fast. The venom swiftly circulated in her bloodstream, icy and merciless. Her limbs grew heavy, her vision blurred, and the whole world seemed to tip off balance.

Sandra's chest tightened as the poison took hold, her thoughts growing hazy. This was it. The end. Her final moments. She had failed Daniel, failed her sister, and now, she would die in this forest, alone and unloved.

Her muscles convulsed as the poison completed its effects on her body.

The final image she saw before the darkness took her was Olenna's satisfied smile and the knowledge that there would be no burial or any formal event to mark her death.

Her body would be abandoned for the animals to feed on, serving as an example for anyone who dared defy the pack.

Olenna stood over her body, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight. She had won.

And in the silence of the forest, only the shadows bore witness to Sandra's final moments

A weak, lonely, betrayed, and an abandoned soul. Lying down hopelessly.

Sandra let out her final breath, taking with it the remaining shreds of hope.

Sandra thought her life had ended.

Or at least, it should have.

In the moments after her execution, there was nothing. No pain, no fear, no regret. Only darkness.

But then, something shined in the darkness. A light, faint at first, but growing stronger. It wrapped around her a warm embrace, and with it came a voice-soft, and ancient, filled with power.

"Sandra."

Her heart stilled. She recognized the voice, though she had never heard it before. It was the voice of the Moon Goddess.

"Your time is not over," the Goddess whispered. "You have been wronged, my child, and I will not let your story end this way. You will have a second chance."

The light grew brighter, blinding her and filling her with warmth and strength. And then, with a sudden force, Sandra was pulled from the void and thrust into a new world-a new body.

She gasped.

Her fingers clawed at the ground beneath her-a soft, powdery dust that felt nothing like the damp, hard earth of Mystic Forest where she had died.

She blinked against the disorienting swirl of emotions, her mind struggling to catch up with the impossibility before her.

The memory hit her like a tidal wave-sharp, searing, and unavoidable. Daniel's lifeless body, The bond they had shared, his lips turning blue, poison coursing through his veins.

Her heart, still aching with the pain of her past life, drummed frantically against her chest. Daniel, her mate, was gone. Lucy, her sister, was missing.

She had let them both down.

Worse still, she had died as a traitor, condemned for a crime she hadn't committed, her reputation torn to shreds in the eyes of those she had once called family.

Her breathing slowed, and she caught her reflection in the grimy, cracked mirror on the ground.

For a fleeting moment, hope fluttered in her chest like the wings of a broken bird; she thought it might still be her face, the one she'd known all her life.

But when her eyes truly locked onto the reflection, the breath left her body in a violent rush, the image staring back was a stranger-a woman with sharp, predatory eyes, a warrior's stance, and raven-black hair cascading down her back.

Sandra blinked and touched her face, her fingers trembling as they traced unfamiliar features.

She wasn't Sandra anymore. She was "Emilia" now.

The stories of Emilia had spread far beyond the borders of any single pack, tales of a fierce and deadly fighter whose name sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest wolves.

Emilia had been a legend, a ghost. And now, Sandra was trapped in her skin, wearing it like a mask that didn't quite fit. It was suffocating and disorienting.

She felt the strength in Emilia's body, the raw power coursing through she had never possessed in her own life,.It wasn't hers. It didn't belong to her.

Memories of battlegrounds and battles conquered flashed through Sandra, as well as memories of how Emilia sacrificed herself by absorbing and bonding her life to the beast(two tails) for the greater cause of her people and the entire wolf pack system.

These memories Rushed through her just like in a dream, except this time, It was Reality.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps, heavy and deliberate, coming from behind the thick wooden door.

A sharp creak broke the silence as it swung open, and a man stepped in, his silhouette cast long against the moonlit room.

His eyes-sharp and suspicious-narrowed as they landed on her.

He was tall, with a lean frame, his dark hair tied back and a frown etched deep into his face.

His presence was commanding but not overwhelming, like a storm that had not yet hit its peak.

He stepped forward, his voice gravelly and edged with mistrust. "Who the hell are you?"

I-" Sandra faltered, her thoughts spinning. What could she say? That she'd woken up in someone else's body? That the Moon Goddess herself had given her a second chance? She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. "I don't remember."

"I... I don't know," Sandra stammered.

The man's frown deepened, his gaze sweeping over her with suspicion. His nostrils flared as if he was trying to scent the truth from her skin.

"You're on Oakland territory. No one crosses our borders without permission."

His amber eyes flickered, barely containing his wolf beneath the surface. "How did you get here?"

Sandra swallowed hard, panic rising in her chest. She had no idea of how she had gotten here, only the blinding agony of her death and the horrific moments of her rebirth.

"I woke up here," she barely said, her voice shaking. "I don't remember anything before that."

The man tilted his head, obviously unconvinced. His lips pulled into a sneer.

"How convenient. Lost memory, but for whatever reason you decided to just wander onto one of the most heavily defended territories."

"I'm telling you the truth," Sandra insisted, though the words felt hollow even to her.

She was lying by omission, but how could she put into words that hers was an impossible situation?

That she had been reborn into the body of a dead woman, and that she had her mission-to find the real killer of her fated mate and find her missing sister? The truth sounded insane even to her.

The man's gaze hardened, and his mouth twisted in disgust."I'm Gabriel, Beta of Oakland. And until we figure out who you are and what you're doing here, you're not going anywhere."

Gabriel. Sandra's heart skipped a beat. She had heard that name before, whispered in stories about the ruthless right-hand man of Alpha Mikel.

Gabriel was known for his loyalty, his dedicated commitment to the Alpha, and his brutal efficiency. If there was anyone she needed to avoid suspicion from, it was him.

Gabriel took a step closer, towering over her, his presence suffocating. "You don't belong here," he snarled. "And if you think you can lie your way out of this, you're mistaken.

The Alpha "Mikel" will want to know what we've dragged in."

Her gut twisted at the mention of the Alpha. She'd not previously met Mikel, but his reputation as one of the region's most formidable Alphas made her skin crawl.

Sandra had to keep her true identity hidden until she learned more about the world. Until she knew whom she could trust.

"I'm not lying," she whispered, her voice barely heard.

"I don't know what happened."

Gabriel stared at her for a long time, his eyes striking through her with such intensity that she wanted to shrink away. But then his gaze softened slightly, and he straightened, pulling back a little.

"We'll see," he replied, his tone less hostile but still suspicious. "Come with me." We're headed to the pack house.

Sandra didn't argue. What choice did she have? She followed Gabriel out of the temple, her legs shaky and her thoughts filled with unanswered matters.

The air was cool outside, and the moon threw an eerie glow over the dense forest surrounding the temple.

Sandra's keen senses detected the subtle rustle of leaves, distant wolf calls, and the rhythmic beat of her footsteps.

Every sound felt heightened, her head buzzing with newfound awareness.

Emilia's body was sharper, faster, and stronger than Sandra had ever been. But it wasn't just physical strength she felt. There was something else.

A dark, primal power simmered beneath the surface, something wild and untamed.

"You're not alone", a voice whispered in her mind, cold and sinister."I'm with you."

Sandra's breath caught in her throat.

The dark wolf spirit within Emilia was awake, and it was more than a shadow in the back of her mind. It was "alive", watching, waiting.

She pressed a to her chest tightly, trying to slow her racing heart. She had no idea how much control she had over the wolf inside her, and the prospect of surrendering herself to that darkness frightened her. But for now, she needed to focus on survival.

As they approached the packhouse, a vast, imposing building made of stone and wood, Gabriel led her through the front doors without saying a word.

The interior of the home was dimly lit, but remarkable in its way, with high ceilings and walls covered with Oakland Pack emblems.

The air was filled with the scent of wolves, serving as a constant reminder of the strength that dwelt within these walls.

Gabriel led her along a long corridor, his stride purposeful and unwavering

Sandra quietly followed, her thoughts racing as she tried to piece together what had happened to her, what had happened to Emilia. How did she end up in this body? .And why?

As They reached a room at the end of the hall, Gabriel opened the door, motioning for her to enter. Sandra hesitated for a bit before entering.

The room was lightly furnished, with a single bed, a chair, and a small window that allowed in just enough moonlight to brighten. The atmosphere felt chilly and unwelcoming, but she couldn't help but embrace it.

"You'll stay here," Gabriel said, his tone leaving no room for disagreement.

"The Alpha will want to speak with you soon."

Sandra's heart skipped at the mention of the Alpha again. Her stomach twisted into knots, but she managed to nod.

Gabriel paused to watch her a little longer before exiting the room and firmly shutting the door behind him.

As soon as she was alone, Sandra let out a trembling breath and sat down on the bed's edge. Her mind was filled with fear, confusion, and the weight of the mission the Moon Goddess had bestowed upon her.

She had been given a second chance to find justice for Daniel and to save her sister.

But now she was trapped in hostile territory, encircled by wolves who were capable of dismembering her if they found out the truth.

And yet, something about the dark power within her whispered that she wasn't helpless. Not anymore.

"Embrace it", the voice urged, soft and insidious. "Let it out."

Sandra squeezed her eyes shut, resisting the temptation. She couldn't lose herself to that power. Not now.

She lay down on the bed, the soft mattress offering little comfort as she looked up at the ceiling.

Her thoughts drifted to Daniel-her mate, her love, the man who had been from her so cruelly. And Lucy. Her beloved sister was lost and alone somewhere in the world. Sandra needed to find her. She needed to save her.

The door creaked open slightly, startling Sandra from her thoughhhhhhhts. She didn't turn to look but kept her body tense.

"Mikel wants to see you tomorrow," came Gabriel's low voice from the hallway.

Sandra's breath hitched. She didn't respond, just nodded, though she knew he couldn't see it.

The door closed once again, leaving her alone with her racing thoughts.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, she will meet Alpha Mikel!