Selene’s POV
I stared at the scout like she’d lost her mind.
“She says she’s who?” I asked.
The scout’s voice shook. “You, my Luna. She looks like you. Sounds like you. She’s waiting at the northern ridge—and she won’t speak to anyone else.”
Kade was already moving. “We’re coming with you.”
I turned to Lira, who stood just behind us. “Ready the inner guard. If this is a trick—”
Lira finished for me: “We cut it down.”
I nodded once.
And ran.
The wind was sharp on the northern ridge, but not like before. It wasn’t cold—it was wrong. It carried whispers in a language I didn’t recognize, but my bones did.
Kade tensed beside me as we approached the clearing. “There.”
She stood at the edge of the cliff, back to us.
She wore my face.
Not like the Spiral self I fought.
No silver crow
