Replaced by a Rogue？I Came Back as My Own Replacement

He thinks he's the smartest wolf alive. He found a witch. Ordered her to rip his Luna's face off and paste it onto a rogue. He thinks no one knows. He thinks I drank wolfsbane tonight and will be helpless by morning. But I'm the witch he commanded. I am his Luna. The cakes he ate tonight will make sure he never has another pup. And the rogue he wants to make his new Luna? She's getting what he planned for me — bones cracking, face gone, scent burned to nothing. And he'll never know until it's too late.