POV: Thelma

The training ground fell silent as Theo approached me. Every warrior stopped their practice, sensing the tension crackling in the air. My brother, my twin moved like death itself, all grace and controlled violence.

"She doesn't look like much," Theo said to Luna, circling me slowly. "Are you sure this is really her? The great Alpha heir we've been waiting for?"

"I'm standing right here," I snapped. "You can talk to me directly."

"Why would I talk to a ghost?" His golden eyes—our father's eyes—were cold as winter. "My sister died twenty-three years ago in the massacre. Aunt Luna told me so herself."

I turned to Luna, betrayal...