Revenge After Rebirth: Fated To The Triplets I Hate

Iris’s POV

My vision was clouded with red, a haze of rage and pain pulsing through me as I sprinted through the forest. Thorns and brambles snagged at my skin, tearing it as it gushed out a little drop of blood, but I felt no pain, absolutely nothing. Behind me, I could smell some wolves chasing after me. Their scent growing stronger within every inch. I didn’t know where I was running to, only that I needed to move, as I followed my instinct, running to no direction to avoid the suffocating truth of who I’d become.

I was no longer just Iris, the outcast, the girl who stayed on the lowest of the pack. I was something more, something I could not even understand, something that terrifies me. The Mother of Wolves, the elder, had called me. The words echoed in my mind relentlessly.

Suddenly, I skidded to a halt, my claws sliding into the ground, kicking up clumps of dirt and leaves as I sensed them before I saw them now, a little inches away from me, closing in. I turned, my massive head bending low, my golden eyes glowing. They finally got closer, a half-dozen werewolves and I could tell they were the pack warriors from Black Bane, their fur rippling as they slowed and formed a loose circle around me. Even in their wolf forms, I towered over them, with my height and for some strange reasons, I could recognize them all. I could as well control my senses.

One by one, they shifted, their bodies contorting and snapping until they transformed back and stood as humans, clad in tattered shorts. I recognized each of them instantly. I could see the hesitation and fear in their eyes as they stood a bit far from me and not taking a step closer as they spoke to themselves.

"We can’t just let her run," Rylan, one of them said as he held a rope in his hands. "Alpha’s orders she’s to be brought back."

Another, Torin shook his head, his eyes fixed on me. "Look at her, Ry. You really think we can take her down?"

"She’s still Iris," another warrior, Jorin, snapped. "We have to try."

I stood, my gaze sweeping over them as I bent my head, letting out a rumbling howl that vibrated through as the air from my breath sent dust flying around as they staggered, trying to stand strong. They looked so small from my view, their human body like ants beneath my towering body. Rylan took a tentative step forward, the rope dangling from his hand as he tried to swing it over me.

I lowered my head, my eyes locking onto his as they fearfully took a few steps backward, their eyes locking on mine as I could hear their heart, beating so fast in fear. My head shifted back and a loud snarl rolled from my throat. The sound alone sent another ripple of fear through them. Rylan stumbled back, his rope slipping from his fingers, and Jorin’s hand froze on the rope too. Torin cursed under his breath. "We need more men."

Before I could react, a new scent hit me as I sensed and saw four more wolves burst through. My heart stuttered as they shifted to humans, revealing Alpha Darius and his sons, Cade, Zane, and Kael. Darius’s cold eyes locked onto me, showing no hint of fear. The triplets stood behind him, not taking their eyes off me.

"Iris," Darius called, his voice deep and commanding. "Stand down. You’re coming back with us."

I didn’t move, my tail flicking slowly, my eyes narrowing. The memory of their rejection still burned. They’d torn something from me, and now they dared to chase me, to take me back to that pack?