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Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.

The pack watched, uncertain, their loyalty pulled taut between the bond of blood and the scars of betrayal. The two sisters stood facing one another, so alike in form, yet divided by years of choices that had carved deep, unyielding lines between them.And though no swords were drawn, the air carried the weight of another kind of battle — one not of steel, but of silence, pride, and the fragile thread of family stretched thin. They met in the old council chamber, a room stripped bare since the war. Only a single torch burned in the sconce, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The noise of the celebration outside was muted here, distant as another world.

“This is not real. This is not who they are. Adrian loves me. Adrian fights for me. And I will fight for him.” Her voice grew louder, stronger, until it echoed across the chamber. “I am not weak. I am not broken. And you will not take him from me! The Battle of the Doubles The false Elianna shrieked, lunging forward with claws of shadow. Clara stumbled back, but her instincts surged. She snatched a broken chain from the ground—one that had snapped when her bindings shattered—and swung it with all her strength. The chain struck the false Elianna across the face, scattering her form into smoke before she reformed, hissing.

Right now she doesn't look like a fourteen year old girl, she loves like a refined warrior that has seen her own share of blood. The leader gasped, recognition dawning on his face. “Alphas…” But the sisters didn’t give him a chance to react. They bolted forward, and the deadly dance of combat began. I could only watch in stunned silence. The sisters moved like warriors, their blades flashing in the moonlight. They twisted, dodged, and struck with the precision of seasoned fighters, their movements fluid and mesmerizing. It was like watching a deadly ballet, each strike calculated, every move purposeful.

It is hard for her to accept that she will have to postpone all the exciting plans she had in mind for him. “Do we have a deal?” Shiri demanded to know, that lovely grin now gone from her face. “First tell us who you are, we want to know who our enemies are.” Xanna looked at the intruders one by one, wanting to memorize their faces. “It doesn't really matter, but if you insist,” the second woman now sneered. “We are the sisters of Alpha Dimitri from Crescent Moon.” Her voice oozes confidence as she introduces herself and her sibling.

— I ask softly, and when Arina doesn't react, I insist: — Real mothers. My sister understands instantly. I can see her holding her breath. — No… That… it can't be… We are daughters of the Goddess… I turn the book over so she can see it herself, then I go to another one. Saren. Gabriel. Darba. Ruena. Tyldi. I think this session is recent. Down must be me and my Sisters. The oldest ones must be on top. Without thinking I start looking for the book with my name on it.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

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she added, with a loud and abrupt laugh. “Arienne,” I beamed, and she grabbed me by the hand and shook it. “You can call me Ari, though, if you like.” She smiled brightly. “I guess I should be calling you the Young Luna.” I rolled my eyes. “That would make you the Young Beta, then, right? If you’re Mustapha’s sister.” I leant in a little closer. “If you call me Ari, I’ll call you Nami.” She roared with laughter at this. “If you show you mine I’ll show you yours? Oh, Sammy, I love her. You’d best be in Salmon, that’s all I’m saying,” she said, throwing her hands up into the air.

She already seems to have convinced herself that's she's got me wrapped around her finger. I politely smile at her before exiting. I should go to my dorm first and freshen up. Hailee's P.O.V. After eating Gale and I stick around at the cafeteria as I tell him all about Halsey and Lisa. I also learn about his younger sister, Holly. She's beautiful, blonde and has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. "She's definitely going to break hearts." I kid. Gale laughs. "Or she'll be more like me. You know? Sweet, charming, gentle, caring, loving."