My Luna Mother Was a Stubborn Wolf — and She Destroyed Our Entire Pack Novel – My mother, the Luna of our pack, was infamously contrarian. Whatever anyone advised her to do, she would stubbornly do the exact opposite. Before the pack aptitude test, I expressly warned her not to touch my belongings.
Yet, she ignored me and stitched Lunabane into the lining of my clothes, a herb known for deceiving the aptitude stone. Inevitably, I was caught red-handed, branded a cheater, and expelled from the testing hall on the spot. That day, I became the most incompetent Alpha’s daughter in the Lunar Shade Pack’s thousand-year history. Later, I brought the Wolf Aptitude Record home and told her absolutely not to touch it. But while I was out, she tore the seal open, claiming she wanted to “help” me modify the results.
When I confronted her, Father Felix insisted her intentions were good and that I should be more understanding. The rage nearly drove me to a mental collapse. The doctor diagnosed my wolf nature as being in chaos, stating I needed complete rest. My mother ignored this. Instead, she invited a group of rowdy male wolves to our living room to party, claiming I should join them because “exercise brings health.” In that chaos, I was violated by those older wolves.
The trauma plunged me into severe depression. Desperate, I took a silver blade and demanded they restore my innocence. However, it was Father and my brother, Kane, who stopped me. “They are your mother’s best friends.” they said cold-heartedly. “You only lost your purity. It’s not a big deal.” During the struggle, the silver blade plunged into my heart. Before I died, I heard Kane’s mocking laughter. “Better dead. Saves pack resources.” When I opened my eyes again, I vowed that my mother’s “kindness” would come back to haunt every single one of them. … When I pulled the faintly shimmering Lunabane from the seam of my clothes, my whole body trembled with excitement.
In that moment, I understood. I had been reborn. In my previous life, my mother had insisted on packing my things for me. “Focus on preparing for the aptitude test. Leave everything else to me.” she’d said. I begged her not to touch my test materials. Instead, she sewed Lunabane into my clothes. During the aptitude test, Elder Alen immediately sensed the Lunabane’s aura. I was accused of cheating and expelled on the spot. The pack elders disappointedly declared me the most incompetent Alpha’s daughter in the pack’s history.
Memories flooded back. I had returned home dejected, clutching the Wolf Aptitude Record. I knew that the moment the seal was broken, the aptitude stone’s record would be invalidated. So, I warned her not to touch it. Yet, while I was in the bathroom, she actually tore it open and started altering it with a pen. I rushed out, shouting, “Didn’t I tell you not to touch it? Do you not understand human speech?” “Do you hate me this much? Do you have to destroy me before you’re satisfied?” Her expression was all innocence. “I don’t understand these things.
Mom just wants to help you.” Before I could say more, Kane sent me flying with a vicious kick. “You’re mediocre to begin with. Even if you tested, you’d only get a low-level werewolf result. And you have the nerve to blame Mom? You’re an ungrateful wolf who deserves to die!” The irony was bitter. Kane was allergic to peaches. Mother once ignored the wolf doctor’s orders and bought him peach cake. He nearly died from organ failure and a shattered wolf core. Mother told him I was the one who bought it. He hated me completely after that and often cursed me to die a horrible death. Alpha Father Felix also advised me, “Your mother’s intentions are good. You should be more understanding. A she-wolf’s talent is useless anyway.
Better to find a mate early.” In my past life, I couldn’t accept that twelve years of day-and-night effort to improve my aptitude had vanished in an instant. I fainted from anger. The doctor diagnosed me with post-traumatic stress disorder. My wolf nature was on the verge of collapse, and I needed rest. Mother wouldn’t listen. She said I was delicate and brought a group of male werewolf “good friends” to revel at home. She told me, “You need to move more. Exercise is what keeps wolves healthy.” And that was how I was violated by her “good friends.” Under long-term torment, my condition worsened into clinical depression. When I took a silver blade to stab them, Father protected them and fought with me. During the struggle, the silver blade pierced my heart.
After death I heard my brother comforting my mother, “She only lost her innocence. They’re your good friends!” “She had bad luck. She didn’t understand your good intentions at all. She deserved to die!” At that moment, I truly regretted everything. I shouldn’t have stopped my mother from bringing disaster to them. But now, starting over, I had no intention of interfering anymore. I disposed of the Lunabane from the lining and pretended nothing had happened. When her “good intentions” came back to haunt them, they would only have their bad luck to blame.