Now reborn

When Eleanor came to, she was in a void that seemed like an endless canvas of white. Was this what heaven looked like? She looked down at herself. She was barefoot, wearing a white dress. She touched her chest. There was no wound. No pain. She looked around. There was nothing but white. Where was she? "Eleanor." She turned around, shocked by the sudden voice. There was a woman standing in front of her. There had been no one there a few moments ago. The woman was tall, with curly golden hair that fell past her shoulders and to the small of her back. She was the most beautiful woman Eleanor had ever seen. She seemed to radiate brilliance, and Eleanor had to squint as she looked at her. Was she an angel? Was she here to lead her to the afterlife? "Who are you?" Eleanor questioned. "Selene, the Moon Goddess." Eleanor blinked. She had to be dreaming. Or she had to have died and... Right. She was dead. She was truly dead. "The Moon Goddess?" she whispered. The deity who was responsible for werewolves' existence? "Yes," the woman replied, "and I'm here to offer you a chance for reincarnation." Eleanor was still not over the shock of her identity, so the announcement confused her even further. "Reincarnation?" "If you accept it, you'll come back to life in your old life." Her old life? Where the love of her life betrayed her and her pack turned against her? No. She couldn't go through that kind of pain again. Seeing her hesitance, the goddess added, "It will be a chance to change your fate. Your rebirth will also have a significant impact on the pack. If you truly care about the pack, you'll not refuse this chance. I would not have bothered to come to you personally if your rebirth was not important for the continuation of the werewolves." A chance to change her fate. If she was truly reborn, she would have the opportunity to fix everything. Maybe she would be able to stop things from getting to the point that had led to her execution. "Your death is a curse upon the race, and the entire werewolf community will face extinction. You have not fulfilled your purpose on earth, and this will lead to changes that history has yet to see. If you die, there will be nothing to stop the disaster awaiting your people. But if you live, your rebirth will be the catalyst for bringing peace." Eleanor mulled over Selene's words. This was not just about fixing what had gone wrong with her life. It concerned the entire race. How could she say no? It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. She would have the opportunity to face the people who led to her death and also protect her community from whatever disaster the goddess spoke of. "I accept," she told Selene. "I'll be reborn." There was a flash of white light, and then, in the next instant, Eleanor woke up in bed. She gasped for breath as she sat up and looked around. She was in her bedroom at the pack. The bedroom she shared with Thomas. She left the bed and looked around. She still remembered everything. Mia's accusations, Thomas killing her, and meeting Selene in the void. She had really been reborn! She rushed to the window and looked outside. She noticed old decorations from her wedding with Thomas that were still to be removed. So she had been reincarnated at the time shortly after they got married. She was twenty years old again. The door opened and she turned around just as Thomas walked in. He stood at the door and smiled at her. "Morning, love." Seeing him threw her heart into a frenzy. He was smiling, but all she could see was the cold look in his eyes as he pierced her heart with a sword. In this life, they were still a loving couple, crazy in love with each other. She wasn't hot-headed to pay for her precious life to kill an Alpha now. She walked from the window and approached him. "Morning," she greeted as he kissed her cheek. "I just got back," he said. "I dealt with the rogues, they won't be a nuisance for a while." He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close to his body. "Now, I can spend all my time with my new bride without worrying about stupid rogues." He lowered his head and kissed her on the mouth. It took her a couple of seconds to return the kiss. Fortunately, he pulled away after a few seconds. "There's something I have to tell you," he said, reaching for her hand. "Come." He led her from their bedroom and to the living room. There was a woman standing there, dressed in worn bloodied clothes. "I found her on the battlefield," he told Eleanor. He released her hand and walked over to the woman. She watched as he placed his hands on her shoulder and said, "Hey, it's okay." Eleanor held her breath. She hadn't seen her face yet, but she already knew who it was. She could remember this day from her old life. It was when Thomas had brought Mia home. Thomas guided Mia to face Eleanor. "This is Mia. I saved her from the rogues." He looked down at the woman. "She happens to be my fated mate." Eleanor swallowed. She had married Thomas knowing they were not fated. None of them had found their mates, but they had chosen each other. Now, he had found his. How could she, in her previous life, have allowed him to keep her around? She had been so trusting. They loved each other deeply and she never imagined he would leave her just because he found his fated one. Now, she knew better. "I decided to bring her back home," he continued, putting his arm around Mia. "She doesn't have anywhere to go." In her past life, Eleanor had agreed. Mia had looked pitiful, as she did now. A poor Omega rogue with nowhere to go? Eleanor had been kind enough to ignore her connection to Thomas to let her stay. But now, Eleanor knew there was nothing pitiful about the woman. She was pretending to be weak and helpless so they could sympathise with her. The moment Eleanor allowed her to stay, she would start scheming on how to ruin their life. Eleanor met Thomas's gaze. Resolutely, she said, "No. She cannot stay."