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My blood turned cold. "I finally found you, sister." The voice echoed through the sanctuary, lingering in the air long after the portrait began glowing. Nobody moved or spoke every eye remained fixed on the silver-haired woman staring back at us from the canvas. She looked exactly like me, with the same eyes, same hair, same face and It felt like staring into a twisted reflection. "Who are you?" I demanded. The woman smiled; beautiful smile and a cruel one. "My name is Selene." The name immediately changed the atmosphere inside the sanctuary. Rowan's jaw tightened. The guards exchanged uneasy looks. Even the Dragon Wolf growled softly. "You are not my sister." Selene laughed. "That's what they told you." My stomach twisted. "What is that supposed to mean?" "It means you've spent your entire life believing other people's lies."The confidence in her voice was infuriating and part of me wanted answers. And she knew it."You think you're the lost heir?" Selene continued. "You think you'

"The False Heir has found us." Rowan's words hit the room like a thunderclap. The atmosphere inside the sanctuary changed instantly. Guards moved toward the entrances while scouts exchanged nervous looks. Even the healer stopped what she was doing. Whatever confidence the sanctuary had possessed moments earlier vanished beneath a growing sense of urgency. "What exactly does that mean?" I asked. Rowan moved toward the ancient map table and spread several reports across its surface. His face had become grim, and for the first time since meeting him, he looked genuinely worried. Kael stepped closer beside me, studying the documents. Neither of us liked what we saw. "For years, someone has claimed to be the lost heir of the Moon Goddess," Rowan explained. "She has gathered followers, convinced powerful nobles, and secured the loyalty of several kingdoms. What began as a lie has become something much larger. If the truth emerges now, civil war will follow."The words settled heavily over

My legs almost gave out beneath me. The voice. My mother's voice. The impossible hope that had exploded inside my chest moments ago was now battling with fear, confusion, and anger. I stood frozen in the sanctuary while my heart hammered wildly against my ribs. For years, I had mourned her. For years, I had believed she was dead. Yet somehow, a voice I knew better than my own had echoed through these ancient ruins. "Mom?" The word barely escaped my lips before silence swallowed the chamber. Heavy footsteps echoed from somewhere deeper within the sanctuary. Every muscle in my body tightened as a figure slowly emerged from the shadows. Hope surged inside me, followed immediately by disappointment. It wasn't my mother. A man stepped into the torchlight. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with silver streaks running through dark hair and a scar cutting across one side of his face. The moment his eyes landed on me, emotion flashed across his features. Then, before anyone could speak, he d

“Tanya…” The voice echoed again, softer this time, like it was afraid she might disappear if spoken too loudly. Tanya couldn’t breathe. Her feet moved before her mind agreed to anything. Behind her, Kael’s presence tightened, alert, controlled, ready but even he didn’t stop her this time. “Tanya, wait,” he said slowly but she was already walking, running, almost. Deeper into the sanctuary the walls shifted as she moved, the ancient glow pulsing like a heartbeat responding only to her. “Tanya!” The voice was closer now, real not memory and not an illusion. Her chest cracked open with something between terror and hope two emotions she had never known could coexist so violently. She turned the final corner and froze. The chamber was smaller than the others. Hidden. Protected. And in its center a woman. Thin. Frail. Alive. Tanya’s breath broke. “No…” she whispered, stepping forward. The woman lifted her head slowly. Silver hair dulled with time, not death. Eyes that carrie

The silence after Kael’s words was worse than any battlefield. Tanya stood frozen in the narrow corridor of twisted stone roots, her breath shallow, her fingers still tingling from where she had touched the Dragon Wolf’s markings. The creature was gone now… vanished into mist and shadow but its message lingered like a curse under her skin. Her mother was dead. That truth had been carved into her life like scripture. “That thing… it said my mother’s alive.” Kael didn’t answer immediately. His golden eyes stayed fixed ahead, sharp, calculating, as though the answer might appear in the air if he stared long enough.Finally, he said, “It didn’t lie.” Tanya’s head snapped toward him. “Don’t say that.” Kael’s jaw tightened. I’m saying what I sensed. “You don’t get to sense my dead mother back into existence,” she snapped, anger cracking through the fear. A flicker passed through his expression, something restrained, something almost wounded but it was gone before she could name it. You’re s

The hunter's lifeless eyes stared at nothing yet his final words echoed through my head. "The lost daughter of the Moon Goddess." "No." The word left my mouth immediately. Impossible. I shook my head. "No." The dead man couldn't answer. The forest remained silent. Snow drifted around us. The silver glow beneath my skin pulsed once then again as if mocking my denial. I looked at Kael. "You knew." His eyes narrowed. "What?" "You knew something." Anger surged through me. "That's why you followed me." "Tanya" "Don't." My voice cracked. "Don't stand there pretending this is all a surprise." "It is." I laughed bitterly. The sound hurt. "Really?" "Yes." For the first time since I'd met him, Kael looked genuinely frustrated. "I don't know what those markings are." His gaze dropped briefly to my glowing wrist. "I don't know why a Dragon Wolf is protecting you."His jaw tightened."And I definitely don't know why that hunter called you the daughter of the Moon Goddess." I searched his face but a