Last Moon: Rebirth, Love, and the Werewolf Rockstar

Mizuki sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers tapping lightly against her temple. She tried to recall the shadowy fragments of something important—something her subconscious insisted she had to remember. But the harder she grasped at it, the more elusive it became.

Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she let it go, trusting that it would return to her in time. For now, her priority was to make sense of her situation.

Rising to her feet, she walked to the huge glass windows that lined one side of her room. The polished panes reflected her slightly disheveled form as she reached out and unlocked the latch. With a gentle push, the windows swung open, letting in the crisp October air.

A sunny but cold morning greeted her. The air carried a chill, typical of Amsterdam in late October, when temperatures hovered around 10°C (50°F) during the day and dipped lower at night. The sunlight was soft, casting a golden glow over the cityscape, but the brisk wind hinted at the approaching winter.

Mizuki leaned out slightly, bracing her hands on the windowsill as she took in the scenery. Below her, the tree-lined streets of Willempark spread out like a picturesque postcard.

Willempark was one of Amsterdam's hidden gems, a serene residential area known for its stately homes and lush greenery. The neighborhood was dotted with grand, historic houses, many with ornate facades and tall windows that whispered of old-world elegance. Narrow brick roads meandered through the district, flanked by manicured gardens and towering trees whose leaves had turned vibrant shades of gold and red.

The canal nearby glimmered under the morning sun, its surface rippling with the occasional passing of a small boat. Mizuki's family home was one of the larger ones in the area, its cream-colored walls and dark green shutters exuding an understated charm that blended seamlessly with its surroundings.

For a moment, she let the peaceful scene wash over her, grounding her in the here and now. The distant hum of bicycles passing by, the faint chatter of early risers, and the rhythmic sound of leaves rustling in the breeze filled the air.

This was Willempark. This was home.

The familiar scenery brought Mizuki a strange comfort, like a warm embrace from an old friend. But still uncertain, she needed proof. With determination, she pinched her arm—hard. Pain flared, sharp and immediate, leaving a glaring red mark on her alabaster skin. She winced, the sting grounding her in the present moment.

It was real.

This was not a dream or a cruel illusion. She had truly returned in time. Her breath hitched as realization swept over her like a tide—she was back, ten days before everything had spiraled into chaos. Ten precious days. It wasn't much, but with the knowledge she carried of the future, it would be enough.

Enough to rewrite her story.

Her chest tightened as memories flooded her mind, vivid and relentless. She thought of the regrets that had piled up like stones, weighing down her spirit. The choices she had made. The people she had trusted. The discoveries that had shattered her illusions.

Her hand instinctively rose to her heart, fingers pressing against the spot where she had once felt the searing agony of cold steel slicing through flesh. That moment—the betrayal, the despair—it had defined the end of her past life.

No.

She shook her head firmly, her long hair swaying with the motion. No, she wouldn't let that happen again. Not this time.

Her hands balled into fists, the tremor of fear giving way to a surge of determination. She had no idea how or why she had been sent back, but she didn't need answers to seize this chance. The reasons didn't matter. What mattered was the opportunity—a rare, miraculous gift to rewrite her life.

And she would.

Mizuki inhaled deeply, her gaze sharpening as she turned her attention inward, envisioning the woman she wanted to become. She would live this second chance to the fullest, abandoning the naive path she had stumbled through in her past life. No longer would she allow herself to be tethered by others' expectations or deceived by false smiles.

She would become stronger, wiser, freer.

Goals began forming in her mind, their clarity solidifying her resolve.

Reassess Relationships

The faces of those who had once surrounded her danced before her eyes. Some had been genuine—true friends who had stood by her side in moments of joy and sorrow. Others, though… They had used her, manipulated her kindness, and taken advantage of her trust. This time, she vowed, she would learn to discern. She would cherish the people who truly cared for her and distance herself from the ones who only sought to exploit her.

Career Growth

Her career as an author had been both a source of pride and pain. She had started out with dreams of sharing her voice with the world, but in her past life, those dreams had been diluted by the pressure to conform. She had lost herself, creating works that lacked authenticity. This time, she would be different. She would write for herself, not for others' expectations. She would craft stories that were raw, real, and unapologetically her own.

Break Off the Engagement

Her jaw tightened as Pablo's face flickered in her mind—handsome, charming, but ultimately a stranger to her heart. Their engagement had been a façade, a cage disguised as a promise. It had bound them both, leaving them unable to pursue true happiness. She would end it, not out of anger or spite, but out of a deep understanding that they were never meant to be. They both deserved better.

Mizuki's lips pressed into a thin line, and then she nodded, the fire in her eyes blazing stronger.

She had been given this chance for a reason. Whatever force had turned back the clock, she wasn't going to waste it.

This time, she would write a new story—her own story. A story where she didn't just survive. She thrived.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a mix of determination and quiet hope. Mizuki glanced out the window once more, taking in the beauty of the sunlit trees and glimmering canals. The world felt alive, bursting with possibilities, and for the first time in years, she felt alive too.

Ten days. It wasn't much. But it was enough.

She would make it enough.