In my previous life, during the Moonlight Pack's Full Moon Bonding Ritual, I saved a dying wolf, gravely injured in a territory dispute. That wolf turned out to be Wyatt Blackwood, the Alpha heir of the prestigious Blackwood Pack. To repay my kindness, Wyatt returned to his pack and immediately announced me as his future Pack Matriarch. Within the year, I gave birth to a rare pureblood Black Hills heir. Wyatt was overjoyed, and after his father abdicated, he officially named me as the Pack Matriarch of the Blackwood Pack. I had a mate who appeared loyal to me and held a position of unmatched status. Meanwhile, my sister, Rose Harlan, chose Jack Thornton, the rugged Alpha of the Thornton Pack. But her betrayal led to her downfall. She was ultimately exiled back to our Moonlight Pack, humiliated and disgraced. Our pack members believed she had tarnished the honor of the wolves and cast her out. Out of pity, I brought her to the Blackwood Pack’s estate. But Rose, consumed by jealousy of my success, poisoned me with silver-laced venom and threw my child from the tower to his death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the Full Moon Bonding Ritual. I saw Rose eagerly rushing to the side of the dying wolf—Wyatt Blackwood. That’s when I realized she had been reincarnated too. But what Rose didn't understand was that saving an Alpha was easy. Bearing his pureblood heir was a challenge of unimaginable difficulty. Becoming the Pack Matriarch of the Blackwood Pack was no simple task. --- For the sake of our pack’s survival and growth, every young woman in the Moonlight Pack was required to choose a mate during the Full Moon Bonding Ritual. Rose and I were widely regarded as the beauties of the pack. When word spread about our participation, nearly every eligible male from neighboring packs gathered at our camp. My head throbbed with an unbearable pain, the kind that made me want to collapse onto the ground and writhe. Rose stood beside me, her face glowing with excitement. Next to her were the Prairie Elders, speaking in their usual endless chatter. As the familiar scene unfolded before me, I clenched my fists tightly. I had been reincarnated, sent back to the very day of the ritual. Looking at Rose’s sweet smile, I couldn’t help but tremble. If not for the betrayal I suffered in my past life, I would never have known the malice hiding behind that innocent facade. In my previous life, while on our way to the ritual hall, we had come across a wolf, severely burned by silver and barely clinging to life. Rose, desperate to secure the strongest mate before I could, had run ahead while I stayed behind to heal the injured wolf. She chose Jack Thornton, the Alpha of the Thornton Pack, and lied, claiming that I had scorned the ritual and dismissed all the remaining suitors. By the time I arrived at the hall, it was empty. The Prairie Elders scolded me for my supposed arrogance and punished me with isolation in the reflection chamber. Rose was thrilled. From the moment we were born, I had always been favored by the Moon Goddess, my wolf form more beautiful and powerful than hers. I had always outshone her, and our pack adored me more. Now, I had no mate and had angered several neighboring packs. This was exactly the outcome Rose had hoped for. Just as the pack was despairing over my future, messengers from the Blackwood Pack arrived with a grand dowry, requesting my hand as the future Pack Matriarch for Wyatt Blackwood. It turned out that the dying wolf I had saved was none other than Wyatt himself. When Rose heard this news, her face contorted with fury. Less than a year after our union, I gave birth to a rare pureblood heir, a child the Blackwood Pack had long dreamed of. Wyatt was ecstatic. Once his father stepped down, he immediately named me Pack Matriarch. The entire Blackwood Pack celebrated me for giving them such a powerful successor. The Blackwood Council constantly reminded Wyatt to remain loyal and never betray me. I was at the height of my glory. But Rose’s fate was far different. After marrying Jack Thornton, her infidelity was exposed, and she was sent back to the Moonlight Pack battered and shamed. Our pack rejected her, disgusted by her disgrace. She wandered as an outcast, fighting for scraps with drifters and enduring unspeakable humiliation at their hands. Out of pity, I took her in, remembering that she was my sister. I brought her back to the Blackwood Pack. But seeing my position of honor only fueled her jealousy. She poisoned me with silver-laced venom, a substance that inflicted excruciating pain upon werewolves, and murdered my child by throwing him from a tower. She hated me with every fiber of her being. Remembering the agony of my death in that life, I shivered and quietly stepped away from her. Rose, oblivious to my thoughts, looked around eagerly. When we reached the forest where I had saved Wyatt in my past life, I stood motionless. Rose shoved me aside and smiled. “This poor wolf! I’ll save him. Clara, you go on to the ritual hall.” Without waiting for my reply, she crouched down, tending to the injured wolf with meticulous care. Watching her, everything became clear. Rose had been reincarnated too. She glanced up at me impatiently, urging me to leave. Without hesitation, I turned and walked away, leaving her to bask in her dreams of becoming the ultimate Pack Matriarch. Rose, saving a life may be easy, but becoming a true Pack Matriarch is anything but. In our past life, you only saw the power and glory that surrounded me. You never noticed the thorns that left me bleeding beneath it all.