The moon answered her.Not me.The light shifted, sharp and silver, pouring down like it had been waiting for her all along. The ritual circle hummed under my bare feet, the stones warming, then burning.My knees almost buckled.She stood across from me, calm, untouched, glowing like she belonged there. Like the moon had chosen her without question.My face stared back at me.Same eyes. Same mouth. Same scar near the brow from when we were seven, we fell climbing the old fence.But her eyes were colder.And when she smiled, I felt it in my bones.“Well,” she said softly. “This is awkward.”The pack murmured. Loud now. Confused. Shocked.“Impossible,” someone whispered.“A twin?” another voice said.I couldn’t breathe.“You’re dead,” I whispered. “They said you died.”She tilted her head. “Did they?”My heart slammed against my ribs. I turned, desperate, searching the crowd.Drail stood frozen, his face white, his mouth slightly open. Not shocked.Guilty.Something broke inside me.“Yo
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