Summary
I had always believed that Werewolves were loyal.
That was until my own Werewolf killed me without a moment’s hesitation.
Only then did I realize that his heart had always belonged to my younger sister.
Now, I have experienced rebirth, returning to the day we choose our Beastkin.
My sister acts first, snatching up the Werewolf before I can.
She gives me a faint smile. “Sister, you wouldn’t fight me over a single Beastkin, would you?”
I smile back. Under the astonished gazes of everyone present, I point to a small, scrawny female beastkin huddled in the corner.
“I want her.”