– Mirror of the Moon-
The moon was half-full, veiled behind drifting clouds. Selene sat alone near the sacred spring, the locket clutched tight in her fist.
She had been seeing things again—images, flickers of a face that looked like hers but wasn't.
The wind whispered her name.
"Selene..."
She looked up.
No one.
But when she turned back to the water, her reflection wasn't alone.
Another face hovered beside hers. Same jawline. Same silver eyes. But colder. Sharper. Smiling.
Lilith.
Selene stumbled back, breath caught in her throat.
"Who are you?"
The water stilled. The image vanished.
But the feeling lingered.
Not fear. Recognition.
🩸 Back in the stronghold
Kael found her training alone, sweat pouring from her skin despite the cold.
"You shouldn't be out here," he said, stepping in.
She didn't answer right away.
"I saw her," Selene murmured. "She looked like me… but twisted. Like she knew something I didn't."
Kael froze. "A vision?"
"No. It felt real. Like she was... watching."
🌑 Elsewhere…
Far beyond the pack's borders, in a ruined temple lit by black fire, Lilith stared into a dark pool of her own.
And she smiled.
"She finally saw me."
Final Line:
Two sisters. One curse.
And now… the veil between them had begun to tear.