As I stood there, confused about why this golren was calling me his creator, my mind spun. None of it made sense it was too complicated to understand.
The stranger who brought me here seemed incredibly powerful. She didn't say much.
She simply looked at the golren creature and said,
> "She won't remember any of this. Once she regains her memory, she'll remember all of us."
The creature replied, voice trembling with emotion,
> "If she can't even remember you her own blood how do you expect her to remember me ?"
Blood?
I blinked, stunned. Are we related?
Confusion clouded my thoughts. I wanted to ask, but the woman raised her hand, stopping me.
> "Please, don't ask questions. Every answer I give will only lead to more questions. The only thing you need right now is your memories. You must get them back."
My memories?
I thought I came here to get stronger, not… whatever this was. Nothing made sense.
She turned to me again.
> "Let's go to where your body is being kept."
"My… body?" I asked.
> "Yes, your body. If we don't cast a spell soon, your soul will fade away. Staying in a weak vessel has drained your strength."
I didn't ask any more questions.
We soon arrived at a breathtaking tomb, overflowing with flowers daisies and dozens of others. As we entered, the golren army followed close behind. A faint sobbing echoed through the chamber.
At the center stood a man tall, handsome, with golden hair that shimmered under the pale light and eyes the color of glowing embers. His face was streaked with tears as he stared at a woman lying inside a glass coffin made entirely of ice.
The frozen air danced around us, biting and cold, though I couldn't feel it in my soul form.
The stranger led me closer, and I gasped. The woman inside was stunning beyond beautiful. Her golden hair flowed gracefully, her pale lips still somehow enticing. Even in stillness, she radiated power and elegance. This woman wasn't from a low rank… she was someone important.
The golden-haired man stood protectively by the coffin, his aura sharp and dangerous. He seemed ready to fight anyone who dared to approach.
> "Aunt Mona," he said cautiously, "what brings you here?"
The woman apparently Aunt Mona didn't answer. She simply pointed toward me and said,
> "This is your blood brother. The real one."
My mind reeled.
Blood brother? What is happening?
The man frowned.
> "Who are you talking to, Aunt?"
Aunt? That meant this powerful woman… was my aunt?
She smiled faintly.
> "Your sister, Erin she's back."
Tears of joy filled his crimson eyes. He stepped aside quickly.
> "Then I'll let you perform the ritual."
Before I could react, the golren joined hands, forming a circle around the ice coffin with my soul trapped in the center. Pain shot through me as strange emotions and memories that weren't mine surged into my mind. It was overwhelming unbearable.
Then everything went black.
When I opened my eyes, I was inside the body of the golden-haired woman. My hands trembled as I touched my face again and again, disbelief flooding me.
The stranger no, my aunt watched me quietly.
> "Child, that's your face. Stop touching it like it's new. It's been yours for decades."
I froze.
My face?
She nodded.
> "Yes. This is your real body. The face you had as Michelle was only a reincarnated form. Your powers remain where you sealed them long ago. I never understood why you chose a weak vessel a fragile wolf, of all things. But you did. You, the strongest among us, chose the weakest body."
The one that was often bullied by a vixen…
That weak, trembling version of me? That was who I'd been?
You're wondering—reincarnated?
How?
And yes, there's still a way for you to return to the werewolf realm.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention—welcome to the Vampire Realm.
This was the land you and Daniel once fought for—our liberation from the tyrant Nicolas. The great war that tore everything apart decades ago... the reason you lost your life, your power, and your lover—or husband, whichever he truly was.
But none of that matters now. Because you're going to get it all back.
Suddenly, the golden-haired man threw his arms around me in a tight embrace.
I couldn't breathe.
> "Sis, you're back! I can't believe it! We waited for decades—for so long! I'm so happy you're finally here!"
> "Eric," Aunt Mona said firmly, "don't squeeze the life out of your sister."
"Eric…" I murmured softly, testing the name on my tongue.
He heard me immediately.
> "Yes, sister?"
I smiled faintly. "It's… good to be back."
But the truth was—I didn't remember him.
If he truly was my brother, the thought of him waiting all these years, mourning me… it tore at my heart. He had wasted so much time holding onto memories I didn't even have.
How could I tell him that? That I didn't remember a thing?
That I felt like a stranger in the body of someone he loved?
So instead, I smiled again, forcing warmth into my voice.
He grasped my hands tightly, his eyes bright with joy.
> "Dad and Mom are going to be so excited when they see you."
A nervous chill ran down my spine.
We arrived at the mansion—or no, palace was the right word. It was huge.
Everywhere I looked, the place screamed wealth. Gold glimmered from the walls, the pillars, even the ceilings. One word could describe this realm: rich.
As I took it all in, my eyes widened in awe. It was beautiful—too beautiful, almost unreal.
We entered what looked like a throne room, though I wasn't sure. Back at the pack house, things were never this grand or complicated. This was a whole different level of power and luxury.
At the far end of the hall stood a woman with striking red eyes and long dark hair. She was breathtakingly beautiful—and something about her reminded me of this Erin I apparently was. She smiled warmly at me, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of recognition.
I'd seen that smile before… somewhere. But I couldn't remember where or when.
She rushed toward me and wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace.
I hesitated, then slowly returned her hug. She smiled through her tears—happy and heartbroken all at once.
Then my gaze shifted to the man beside her—a tall figure with golden hair and kind eyes.
Why does everyone here have golden hair? I wondered. Then it hit me: Aunt Mona, Eric… they all did. Maybe it ran in the family.
> "My daughter," the man said, voice trembling with emotion, "we've waited for so long. To think we'd ever see you again... I thought that by the time you returned, I'd be long gone. I'm so happy I get to see you before I die."
I didn't know what to say.
It was quite the reunion—but to me, these people were strangers. Still, I could feel their sincerity. There was no malice in their eyes, only love and relief.
I had only come here seeking power.
But somehow… I'd been drawn into something far greater. Something I didn't yet understand.