28-ANCESTORS
For a moment I wasn’t standing on water anymore. I was somewhere else entirely. A forest clearing under a full, massive moon. Wolves moved through the trees, their fur gleaming silver, black, gold. In the center, a woman stood—brown skin, curls spilling around her shoulders, amber eyes with that same faint, unnatural pink swirling in them. My lungs seized. She looked like me. Not exactly. Older. Sharper around the eyes. But enough that it stole my breath. Bands of glowing ink wrapped her arms, curling around her throat, tracing down the line of her spine in intricate, flowing patterns that reminded me of constellations. An enormous wolf stood opposite her. Bigger than any wolf should be, fur silver shot with threads of shadow. Its eyes were the same molten color as hers. Between them,
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