Marina stared at herself.

Not a reflection. Not a construct. A real, living wolf who shared her exact features aged twenty years. Same silver-shadow fur. Same violet eyes. Same hybrid magic signature.

"Time magic," Silvain breathed, his Alpha senses recognizing the impossible. "You brought your future self back."

"Not exactly." The older Marina's voice was gentle, patient. "I'm not from the future. I'm from a parallel timeline. One where I made different choices at this exact moment."

Marina's mind reeled. Parallel timelines weren't supposed to be possible. Shadow magic could manipulate darkness, could bend space through shadow-walking, but warping the fabric of reality itself?

"Obsidian combined shadow magic with moon...