A Curse of Moonsilver and Heartstone

Without a word, he strode past me and went straight inside.

My strength hadn't fully returned.

On the lab bench sat a restorative potion, its contents still glowing faintly with power.

For a moment, a tangle of emotions washed over me.

In a daze, I remembered my past life.

He had loathed me, yet he had also patiently cared for me. He did it all because my father, on his deathbed, had repeatedly made Archer promise to take care of me.

So, no matter how fiercely we fought, whenever I was injured, he would never hesitate to transfer his life force to me.

He was the kind of man who couldn't bear being indebted to anyone.

He was repaying his debt to my father with every fiber of his being.

And I was always foolishly hoping he would give me his heart as well.

Suddenly, something clicked. I glanced at the date, and my heart seized.

The abandoned industrial park. The thought slammed into me. I had to get there. Now.

I bolted from the lab, not even bothering with my coat.

It was pouring rain outside, and I ran out without an umbrella.

Following my memory, I arrived at the abandoned industrial park where Lorelei had been attacked in my previous life.

Sure enough, a dozen rogue Omegas had her cornered. It was a debt collection, not a territory dispute.

"Think you can just walk away from your parents' debts? The grace period I gave you is up."

"Can't come up with the money? Then pay with your body!"

"Stop!"

I cracked a discarded steel pipe over the man's head and hauled Lorelei to her feet.

"Ah!"

The ground was slick with rain, and Lorelei fell hard.

Before I could haul her up, the dozen rogues swarmed us. I had no choice but to throw myself in front of her.

"Run! I'll hold them off!"

"I... I..."

Lorelei seemed terrified, hugging herself and shivering.

"Run!"

I struggled to fend off their attacks.

Even with years of training, I couldn't hold off a dozen adult werewolves on my own.

"I can't last much longer! Go get the pack guards!"

"I... I'm scared... I can't move..."

Lorelei's voice was trembling uncontrollably.

I kicked away an approaching werewolf, buying a precious second. When I turned back to pull her up, she suddenly screamed and gave me a hard shove.

A gleaming silver-laced blade plunged deep into my abdomen.

"There's... there's blood?"

The lead Omega clearly hadn't expected me to impale myself on his weapon.

He hadn't intended to kill anyone, and the hand holding the weapon trembled.

I stared at Lorelei with wide eyes.

She was clutching her head, her gaze darting away from mine.

"I... I'm sorry... I was so scared..."

I gritted my teeth, wrenched the weapon out, and swung it at them. The searing pain from the silver fragments nearly drove me mad.

They were already shaken, and seeing my frenzied state, the men scattered and fled.

I staggered, almost losing my footing.