Elara
I sat on the wide balcony of the Silvermoon Pack’s Luna chambers, the warm sun kissing my skin. Birds sang from the nearby trees. Flowers swayed gently in the breeze. It should have been peaceful.
But peace didn’t live in my heart.
Not since I opened my eyes in this body.
Not since I looked in the mirror and saw someone else’s face instead of my own.
I was Elara. But to the world… I was Seraphina.
And now, she was here.
Isabella.
My twin sister. My murderer.
She walked through the doorway like she owned the palace. Dressed in a glittering silver gown that hugged her figure, her long platinum hair swept over one shoulder in thick curls. Her cold blue eyes scanned the room like it belonged to her.
“My sweet Seraphina,” she cooed, voice dripping with fake concern. “How are you
