Ava's POV
The shape didn’t move.
It stood just beyond the treeline, haloed in moonlight, framed by silver mist. My first thought was that I was dreaming again—but Damon was already stepping in front of me, sword drawn, and Kaelis swore under her breath.
“What is that?” Ren rasped, still crumpled near the fire.
I took a step forward, breath caught in my throat. The figure tilted its head… exactly as I did.
My legs locked in place.
It was me.
Or no—something wearing me. Same face. Same height. But wrong.
Too still. Too smooth. Like a doll made of flesh and shadow.
Then it smiled.
That same smile I saw in my dream—razor-sharp, full of mockery.
Kaelis hissed, “She crossed over…”
Damon grabbed my wrist. “We need to run.”
But I couldn’t move.
Because the thing in front of me was wh
