Many years later, early summer settled over Cedarvale.Sophie was six. Danielle 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 Sophie came racing out of the next classroom.“Danielle!”Sophie bounded down the steps, her braids and blue training ribbons flying behind her. She threw herself against Danielle’s back so enthusiastically that they nearly fell into the dandelions.Danielle steadied them and wiped a honey-biscuit crumb from Sophie’s mouth. “If you scrape your knees again, Mom will inspect both of us for injuries.”“You always catch me,” Sophie 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, Sophie announced that she had been the first student in spirit-rune class to make her moonstone glow.Their mother retied one of her ribbons
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