Chapter 5

In my last life, with the elders backing me, I chose Gideon.

I hoped he could help with my unstable wolf blood,

and make me a real werewolf warrior.

Strong enough to protect myself, and avenge my parents.

But Gideon looked down on me.

He liked Clara.

Pretty, lively, perfect Clara.

To me, having a powerful wolf spirit meant I might have a chance at revenge.

And Gideon was Legendary.

One day, he could even become Mythic.

So I couldn’t let him go.

I put all my hope in him.

The moment Clara touched the Heart of Fenrir, I shoved her away.

Then I held the totem tight.

Clara was heartbroken.

She stormed off and took the nameless stone no one wanted.

After I got Gideon, I gave him everything.

I wanted him to grow stronger as fast as possible.

A Legendary wolf spirit needed a lot to survive.

He wouldn’t touch ordinary moon essence.

He wanted rare herbs.

And the blood and flesh of powerful beasts.

So I fed him the rare herbs my father had left for me.

But herbs run out.

So does money.

I had no real skills.

I had to go into the Darkwood. A place full of danger.

I gathered herbs there and traded them for more resources.

The Elder running the herb garden saw me risking my life every day,

only to give everything to Gideon.

He started to worry.

“Selena, I know a Legendary wolf spirit is powerful. But you’re giving him too much.”

“You need to take care of yourself too. If the master is too weak, the wolf spirit won’t respect them.”

I smiled and nodded,

still willing to take the risk and return to the Darkwood.