Sister, Enemy, Mirror
Seraphina's POV
The crowd went silent when I walked into the arena. I could smell their shock, their fear. They saw my face and knew immediately what I was. Who I was. Lyra's twin. The dead sister who wasn't dead at all.
I smiled as I entered the ring. Twenty years I'd waited for this moment. Twenty years of pain and planning while my sister lived safe and loved with her werewolf pack.
"Hello again, Lyra," I called out, my voice echoing in the stone arena.
She stood at the other end, looking pale and shaky. Good. She should be afraid.
"You're supposed to be dead," she whispered.
I laughed, and the sound was sharp as broken glass. "Dead? Oh, sister dear, I've been very much alive. Just not where anyone could find me."
The crowd was muttering now. I could hear J
