The One Who Was Dead
Shortened version of description. Real one in book
I'm the one who everyone thought was dead.
I'm the one who tried to kill her own twin.
I'm the one who was saved by my twin sister.
My name is Riley. I was kidnapped by rogue wolves, then saved by an alpha when I was still yet to be three years old.
The alpha adopted me, and I was supposed to be the new alpha.
But my adoptive father was killed and someone else took over.
So most of my pack and I went rogue and they made me their leader.
Over the years we accumulated a lot of rogues. We even got the hunters on our side.
I wanted to start a war with my old pack, Midnight, because they abused and killed my twin, and let my parents die.
I planned to kill their Luna.
And I wouldn't stop until...
I realized that my twin, who's very much alive (apparently) is Luna.
I planned to kill my sister.
"Stop playing tricks on me!" I yelled back.
I felt the wind caress my cheek, and I heard a calm voice whisper into my ear.
"Ri-Ri," pause. "Just listen to me Ri-Ri." I giggle softly and I can feel my happiness radiating outwards.
"Okay Ra-Ra, I'm listening." I whispered using the nickname I gave my twin.
"It's okay. I'm alive. Don't attack them. Mum and Dad are sad enough with us not being together." Ra-Ra whispered. "Now come out of the trees."
"Ra-Ra, you're alive?" I whispered, shock lacing my voice, before stepping out of the trees.
"Yes. Turn around Ri-Ri."
"Wha-" I turn around and see my twin.
The girl I was planning on killing.
The one who was dead.