CHAPTER 11: FLICKER
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Elara was full dressed, sitting by the window, staring at the rising sun.
"Elara?" He sat up, his voice rough with sleep. "Did you sleep at all?"
She shook her head. "I couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. My mother."
Kael crossed the room and knelt in front of her, taking her hands. "What did she say to you?"
Elara hesitated. Then she whispered, "She told me to find her. She said the truth is waiting." She looked at him, her eyes filled with confusion. "I don't understand, Kael. I don't know who she is. I don't know who I am."
Kael was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "Then we'll find out. Together."
Elara found herself in the garden, the necklace clutched in her hands.
She'd been avoiding it. Afraid of what it might do. Afraid of what she might see. But she couldn't avoid it forever.
She took a deep breath and held it up to the light.
The pendant was silver, delicate, with a glowing stone at its center. It was warm to the touch—warm like living skin. And when she held it, she felt a strange sense of peace. Like coming home.
"Who are you?" she whispered. "What are you?"
The necklace pulsed—once, gently—and then went still.
Elara stared at it, her heart racing. She was imagining things. She had to be.
But deep in her chest, something stirred. Something she didn't understand
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Lyra walked into the garden an hour later.
"Hey," Lyra said, sitting down beside her. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Elara managed a weak smile. "Something like that."
"Want to talk about it?"
Elara was silent for a moment. Then she said, "Lyra, do you believe in destiny?"
Lyra tilted her head. "I believe the Moon Goddess has a plan for all of us. Why?"
"Because I think she might have a plan for me. And I'm not sure I like it."
Lyra reached over and squeezed her hand. "Whatever it is, you don't have to face it alone. That's what family is for."
Elara felt tears prick at her eyes. "Thank you."
"That's what sisters are for," Lyra said with a warm smile.
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Elara stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the necklace clasped in her hands.
She has been feeling strange all day. A warmth in her chest. A buzzing under her skin. She couldn't explain it—but she knew it was connected to the necklace.
She held it up to her reflection, studying the pendant. The stone at its center seemed to glow faintly—barely noticeable, but there.
"Please," she whispered. "Please show me the truth."
The necklace pulsed.
And then—it happened.
Her eyes flickered.
For just a second, they glowed—golden, ancient, otherworldly. Elara gasped, stumbling backward. The necklace fell from her hands.
She stared at her reflection, her heart pounding. Her eyes were normal now. Brown. Human.
But she knew what she'd seen.
Her eyes had glowed gold.
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She didn't tell Kael about it.
She lay beside him, her hand pressed against her chest. The warmth was still there, pulsing gently beneath her skin.
What am I? she thought. What's happening to me?
And for the first time, she felt something.
fear
Not fear of someone hit her or yelling at her, a different kind of fear.
Fear—of what she might become. She don't know what she is, but she knows she is not just an ordinary wolf.
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