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Reborn: I Let the Wolves Hunt Them

Priscilla Jensen died in agony, burned alive by the very friends she tried to save. In her past life, she stopped Kimberly Thatcher from distributing sachets that would have lured wolves to their camp. Her intervention led to a disastrous hike and Kimberly’s eventual death, turning Priscilla into a pariah. Now, Priscilla has been reborn on the morning of that fateful trip. Rather than playing the hero again, she chooses a different path, letting the treacherous group face the consequences of their own actions.
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Chapter 2

I yanked myself free from Fabian's grip and let out a cold laugh. "Keep that luck for yourself. I couldn't care less."

Having said that, I bent over to snatch up my backpack. Just as I was about to walk away, Fabian grabbed me again.

His voice shook with barely contained fury as he spat, "Do you have to be this petty? Is now really the time to act up? Kimberly was trying to help, and you just threw it back in her face!"

At that moment, Kimberly stepped forward and slipped her arm through mine, as if we were the best of friends.

"I know you've never liked me, Pris. But we're out here in the middle of nowhere. If we don't carry these charms and something goes wrong, I'd never forgive myself."

All at once, everyone jumped to her defense. "Yeah, stop making a scene! We still have miles to cover once she's done passing out the charms."

Still, I said nothing and glared at Kimberly.

Tears well up in her eyes instantly. "Since Pris despises them so much, I won't bother anyone with these cheap little trinkets. The rest of you can fend for yourselves."

Her words only added fuel to the fire, and the others turned on me at once.

"Priscilla, if you don't care about your own life, fine. But do you have to drag us down with you?" one snapped.

Another jeered, "Exactly! How can you be so selfish, Priscilla? Kimberly's always looking out for everyone. How could you say something like that? You've got no conscience at all!"

They forced me back a few steps until my back hit the hard, cold trunk of a tree.

Every one of them believed that as long as they carried Kimberly's good luck charms, they'd be safe from wolf attacks. Yet, they never once questioned what was really inside them.

I had no intention of arguing. So, I replied flatly, "All I did was refuse to help hand them out. I never stopped you from taking them. If you're so eager, then do it yourselves. But don't you dare try to guilt me into it."

Then, I pointed at my backpack on the ground and added, "You scattered my stuff, so you're going to pick it up. If anything's missing, I'll come raid your tents in the middle of the night. Let's see how well you sleep then."

My sudden outburst startled them. They called me crazy under their breath, but still crouched to gather my scattered gear.

After that, I grabbed my backpack and turned to leave the group.

In my past life, I had fought tooth and nail to make them throw those charms away. They had managed to escape the wolves, only to repay me—the one who saved them—by causing my death.

This time, I wanted to see just how long these fools would last against the wolves without my warning.

I had barely gone a mile or two when an adult wolf burst out of the underbrush. I couldn't dodge it in time, and its claws tore across my arm, leaving three deep gashes.

Relying on instinct and years of hiking experience, I quickly pulled out the knife from my belt and slashed its throat as it lunged. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.

Something was wrong. I had taken this trail three times before, yet I had never once run into wolves.

A jolt of dread shot through me. I bit back the pain, hastily wrapped the wound, then tore open my backpack to check the inside.

Sure enough, my hand closed around a hard lump in the side pocket. It was one of those damned charms.

My fury boiled over. I spun on my heel and marched back to confront them.

The group was still resting in the same spot when I returned. As soon as they spotted me, the mockery began.

"Well, well. Look who's back. What's wrong, Priscilla? Did you get scared after walking a mile?"

Another added, "What do you think this is? A pit stop? You can't just come and go as you please!"

"Yeah, quit acting like some spoiled princess!"

I ignored their jeers and stormed up to Kimberly, hurling the charm at her face. "What the hell did you stuff this trash into my backpack for? I told you I didn't want it!"

Fabian immediately yanked Kimberly behind him to protect her. "Priscilla, what the hell is wrong with you? She was worried you'd get hurt wandering off alone and deliberately—"

"Deliberately, huh?" I shoved my injured arm in his face and yelled, "This is what her so-called kindness got me!"

Fabian froze momentarily. A beat later, he snapped, "You wandered off on your own and got yourself hurt. How is that Kimberly's fault?"

The others echoed his sentiment.

"Exactly! Kimberly's kindness is wasted on you!"

"You couldn't even take care of yourself and got hurt. But now, you're blaming her! How vicious can you be?"

Blinded by rage, I lashed out and sent Fabian sprawling with one swift kick.