“Mommy, who’s that lady?” My four-year-old son asked that question from the doorway of my own house while he held my sister’s hand. Three years ago my identical twin sister Clara and I got into a car crash, and I stayed in a coma for three years. When I finally woke up, the nurses called me Clara because at the crash site my sister took my ring, my bag, and my name, and she left her own things on me instead. Now she is the Luna of Silverpine. She sleeps in my bed every night, she wears my mate’s mark on her skin, and my little boy does not even remember what I look like. Everyone thinks I am just the broken twin who is still confused from the long coma. My hands were burned so badly in the crash that I have no fingerprints left, identical twins share the same DNA, and my wolf has not said a single word since the day I woke up. There is only one man who believes me, and that is the royal healer who kept me alive when everyone else wanted to pull the plug. He is about to prove that my sister did not just steal my life. She tried to kill me.