Chapter 2

Chloe’s hatred for me had taken root in our previous lives.

Back then, when she was sent to the wildlife park, she couldn’t adapt to life there at all.

There was no sweet chocolate, no cold ice cream.

In that isolated place, food had to be hunted personally.

Though we paid caretakers to look after her regularly, it was still a world away from her former life of ease and luxury.

I felt so bad for Chloe back then. Every time Mom allowed me to visit, I tried my best to bring her the finest food.

But she wouldn’t even look at it.

Her ears would flatten, her nose wrinkle, and she’d glare fiercely at my dresses, my long gloves. Her eyes screamed disgust at my pretense.

But she didn't know that those long gloves and dresses concealed injuries.

Every time I’d been there for barely ten minutes, Mom’s call would inevitably come through.

“Time’s up, darling. The smell in there will ruin your perfume. Our new clients won’t appreciate that scent. Come out.”

Each time Chloe saw me about to leave, she’d bare her teeth, whimpering and snarling.

I could only softly comfort her, “Just a little longer, bear with me. After some time, I’ll take you with me.”

My only reply was her wolf howl and a rigidly drooping tail.

Until I visited her after a surgery.

She saw the injuries on my hand and my weakened state.

Suddenly, she became remarkably docile.

She slowly brought her head closer, resting it in my palm.

My heart softened, aching with both tenderness and sorrow.

“Being human is truly agonizing.”

She lowered her head, licking the bruised wounds on my arm.

Then she abruptly looked up and bit me, hard.

Immediately after, another scrawny wolf rushed out from the shadows.

I was torn, dragged, and injured by them. Later, I contracted rabies.

The fear of people grew, along with a new terror of light and water.

I died a month later, in the spring.

The look in Chloe’s eyes now was exactly the same as when she bit me then.

I was absolutely certain: she had been reborn too.

Now, she wanted my life.

But my dear sister, I knew everything about your past. Are you truly sure you want to step into my life this time?