Many years later, early summer settled over Cedarvale.Lyra was six. Elara had been born only seven minutes before her, yet she considered herself the responsible older twin. Every afternoon, she waited on the steps of the young wolves’ school until Lyra came racing out of the next classroom.“Elara!”Lyra bounded down the steps, her braids and blue training ribbons flying behind her. She threw herself against Elara’s back so enthusiastically that they nearly fell into the dandelions.Elara steadied them and wiped a honey-biscuit crumb from Lyra’s mouth. “If you scrape your knees again, Mom will inspect both of us for injuries.”“You always catch me,” Lyra replied, grinning through the gap left by a missing front tooth.She seized her sister’s hand and pulled her toward their parents beyond the school gates.On the walk home, Lyra announced that she had been the first student in spirit-rune class to make her moonstone glow.Their mother retied one of her ribbons. “You practiced every e
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