Like a mirror, the silver froze, and I saw myself there, pale, breathless, suspended. For the first time, the reflection next to me faltered, her flawless lips quivering in surprise.
The figure walked closer, causing the molten surface to ripple with each step. He was not fire, nor was he a wolf or a shadow. He was… wrong. His body was hazy, moving between shapes I vaguely recognized: a child, a wolf, a man, and something huge and formless. Like claws on glass, each flicker scraped against my mind.
But, his smile—Gods, his smile—was fixed. Calm. Almost tender.
The reflection stepped forward, silver light arcing off her body like lightning, hissing, "She is mine. Do not interfere ."
His eyes—if they were eyes—turned toward her, and the air bent. “You are a copy,” he said, voice low, uns
