(Daciana POV)
The hooded woman’s words entered the ruins like a blade already familiar with my blood, and every wolf seemed to forget how breathing worked.
Hello, sister.
The word should have felt warm because I had spent my life unknowingly alone beneath lies, stolen names, and hidden graves.
Instead, it felt like another trap wearing my mother’s face before I even knew whether hope was allowed to live inside it.
She stood beneath the broken archway with one gray eye, one gold eye, and a black moon bracelet around her wrist.
That bracelet had been in my mother’s vision, fastened around the second baby, before Rudina gave her to a stranger in shadow.
Ashina stared at her with fear sharp enough to cut through all her old pride, while Tala shook so badly the chains rattled against sto
