The Elf Who Stole My Heart

While exploring the wilderness, my younger sister—Charlotte Forrester—and I accidentally stumble onto the territory of supernatural beings.

She grabs the hand of the noble, elegant male elf, her posture coy and intimate.

Before I can react, a wolfman with a scar on his face wraps his arm around my waist and leads me away.

Charlotte, who judges others by appearance, is unaware that the male elf—Elwin Duskwood—belongs to a tribe of half-elves. Half-elves are beautiful but possess no real capabilities. They are considered a marginalized group among elves and struggle to make ends meet every day.

On the other hand, the wolfman—Morgan Nightshade—is a mid-tier wolf tribe's Highlord. After giving birth to an extremely rare silver wolf for him, I have become the Highlady of the tribe. I'm respected by everyone in the tribe and feast on delicacies every day.

Meanwhile, Charlotte becomes emaciated after suffering from starvation for several months. When she sees how plump I am, she goes insane from jealousy. While the wolf tribe is entertaining guests at a banquet, she uses poison to kill me.

The next time I open my eyes, Charlotte and I are back at the moment we first entered the supernatural beings' territory by mistake.

Charlotte immediately hugs Morgan by the waist and kisses him. She showers him with flattery about his strength, calling him the man of her dreams.

I can't help but laugh out loud.

Silly Charlotte. As a wolfman, Morgan is ill-tempered, and he easily loses control of his emotions. He also becomes even more bloodthirsty after transforming. It's not all sunshine and rainbows being his mate.

"Your muscles look so cool. I accidentally walked into this place and got lost… This place looks dangerous. Can you please protect me?" asked my younger sister, Charlotte Forrester.

When I saw her hugging the amber-eyed wolfman and going as far as to act coy, I knew that she'd been reborn alongside me.

Said wolfman, Morgan Nightshade, stood at around six feet and six inches tall. His upper body was bare, leaving his muscles and the bloodstains on them in full view. In our past life, Charlotte had been so frightened by the sight of him that she'd hurriedly backed away.

Instead, when she'd seen the tall, well-proportioned, pointy-eared elf with a gentle temperament—Elwin Duskwood—she'd grabbed his hand and refused to let go no matter what.

Charlotte was obsessed with handsome men. She'd been attracted by Elwin at first glance and chose to follow him without hesitation.

In our previous life, in order to prevent me from challenging her for Elwin, she'd said to me with all seriousness, "You're taller than me, Minnie. That wolfman looks like a better match for you in terms of stature. He'll take good care of you."

After our reincarnation, she switched up her lines. "I've never seen such a handsome man, Minnie. This pointy-eared man must be one of the elves of legend.

"To thank you for your care, I'll let you have this handsome man. As for me, I suppose I'll have to go for that beefy man instead."

The smile I plastered on my face didn't reach my eyes. If not for the fact I'd also been reborn, I would have believed her.

I asked, "Haven't you always liked good-looking people, Lottie? I can always stay with you, too, so you don't have to force yourself."

Charlotte immediately replied in a firm and righteous manner, "We still have to find our way home, though. Wouldn't it be faster to split up? Stop agonizing over it already. I'm willing to make some sacrifices for your sake, Minnie."

Elwin remained quiet, but the powerful Morgan had something to say about the situation. "You're as thin as a reed and don't look like you're capable of much. She seems to be a more suitable match for me."

His appreciative gaze landed on me.

Charlotte immediately became anxious upon hearing this. She straightened her scrawny frame and argued, "I don't eat much. As long as there's meat available, I'll be fine. If, by any chance, the tribe runs out of food over the winter, I can even skip meals.

"Furthermore, I know how to make fires, climb trees, and pitch tents…"

I couldn't help but laugh listening to her list out a bunch of survival skills that were of no use to wolfmen.

Noticing that Morgan was about to interject, I said outright, "I can't give birth to children."

Charlotte glanced doubtfully at me before quickly chiming in with shining eyes, "Pick me. I can conceive."

She added with great confidence, "I'll be able to give birth to a rare silver wolf within half a year!"

Even silver wolfwomen weren't guaranteed to conceive a silver wolf. I smiled at the determination in Charlotte's eyes. She assumed that because I gave birth to a silver wolf in my previous life, she would be able to as well.

Upon hearing this, Morgan immediately agreed to take her away.

Before leaving, Charlotte made sure to sweep her gaze over me arrogantly. "Remember to send me a message if you find that you can no longer stand life over there, Minnie. For all we know, I might even be able to bring you into the wolf tribe as a low-level maid."

I smiled faintly at her. "It remains to be seen who'll be asking for help from whom."

Foolish Charlotte. There was a huge price to pay for giving birth to a silver wolf. I hoped she would be able to bear it.

I wondered how long she would be able to stand the savage wolfmen.