Lydia's POV
I stared into the void, the weight of the revelation pulling me into a deep, suffocating abyss. My father... gone? How could this be possible? Why would fate be so cruel?
Tears rolled down my cheeks as my mind raced with questions. "Ah!" I screamed, unable to contain the anguish. My father had always been my rock, the one who cared for my sister and me through every trial. Even if I was now in a strange world as a werewolf, I couldn't bear the thought of losing him.
The woman, my mother wrapped her arms around me tightly, her sobs blending with mine. We cried together, the room heavy with shared grief. After a while, she gently patted my back and withdrew from the embrace, her own face streaked with tears.
"I'm so sorry, Lydia," she said, her voice trembling but tender. "Your father... he died protecting you from a rogue attack. He loved you so much and wanted nothing more than for you to live a happy life."
I studied her face, the pain in her expression mirroring my own. There was no doubt in my mind that she had loved my father deeply. Her words stirred something in my heart a resolve I hadn't felt before.
Even though I hadn't had the chance to know my mother in my past life, I could see now how much she cared. I had been only two years old when my mother passed away, and I'd always longed to know her. Now, in this second chance at life, I vowed to accept her, love her, and make her happy.
"Mother..." I whispered, my voice breaking but genuine.
"Yes, my dear?" she replied softly, her eyes filled with concern and affection.
"What happened to me? How did I get this wound?" I asked, gesturing to the injury on my arm that was still healing, though faint traces of it lingered.
She sighed, her fingers brushing against my face as she gently wiped my tears. "It happened during the rogue attack," she began. "You were lost in the forest and wandered dangerously close to a restricted area—a border we never cross because of our rivalry with the Vynkor pack."
Her voice tightened at the mention of the name. "The Vynkor pack is ruthless. They attack or abduct anyone from our pack who dares to cross into their territory. I don't know why you ended up there, but your father... he didn't hesitate. He gathered some of our pack members and went to rescue you."
Her words pierced my heart as she continued. "In the process of saving you, your arm was injured by one of the rogues. Your father... he launched himself at them without hesitation, but they overpowered him. They beat him mercilessly while he urged the others to take you back to safety."
Tears welled up in her eyes again. "With his final breath, he told you how much he loved you. That's when you couldn't take it anymore. You cried and fainted from the shock and agony."
Her words hung in the air, and the room felt colder than ever. My heart ached with every beat, the weight of my father's sacrifice pressing down on me.
This wasn't just a second chance at life—it was a chance to honor the love and sacrifice of the people who cared for me.
This time, I took the initiative to hug my mother, crying afresh, my chest heaving with every sob. "I'm so sorry, Mother. I'm so sorry Father had to die protecting me," I muttered between broken cries, guilt clawing at my heart.
Her arms tightened around me, her warmth comforting. "No, please don't say that, Lydia," she whispered. "You are not the cause of his death. Don't blame yourself for what was destined. Instead, look forward and strive to be your best."
Her comforting words seeped into my heart, momentarily easing the pain. I pulled back slightly, looking up at her. "Thank you, Mother," I said softly.
A small smile appeared on her lips, though her eyes were misty. "Lydia, even if you haven't transformed into your wolf yet, believe me, you will. I can sense something different about you. You're special. Don't let doubt cloud your path."
She rubbed my hand gently, her touch reassuring. But her words only confused me further. Was I really going to turn into a werewolf? I didn't let my unease show, not wanting to hurt her.
"Mother…" I hesitated. "I don't think I remember anything about myself…"
Her expression softened, and she sighed. "I understand, Lydia. The shock was too much for you. You loved your father deeply, and losing him felt like losing a part of yourself."
She paused, her eyes distant. "After the attack, you fell into a coma for five days. When you woke up, you didn't recognize anyone not even me or your sister. The only thing you remembered was your father and what had happened to him. Reliving that memory broke you, and you slipped back into a coma for three weeks."
I stared at her, my breath caught in my throat.
"I did everything I could," she continued. "I used my healing abilities to keep you stable, to ensure you were safe. When you finally woke up, we were overjoyed to see you return to us and able to recognise us again despite everything "
Her words hit me like a thunderbolt. It all made sense now. Their daughter had died in that coma, and when my life ended in my world, I was reincarnated into her body.
I swallowed hard, my mind racing. Their Lydia was gone, and I was here in her place. " I also want to remind you that by next week you are turning eighteen, we the werewolf do find their mate at the age of eighteen ... But incase you didn't find your mate at eighteen just know that you'll find him soon "
"Mate? You mean my soulmate?" I asked totally confused.