Darian's shadows went crazy. They twisted and writhed like live snakes around his feet. His mother was thought to be dead.
Had been dead for five years. "Mom?" Ronan's voice cracked like a little boy's.
The woman who looked like Luna Evelyn smiled. But it wasn't right. Too big. Too sharp. "Hello, my boys. You've grown so much." Kael stepped protectively in front of Elara. "You're dead. We buried you."
"Did you?" The fake Luna tilted her head. "Or did you bury what I wanted you to find?" Darian's mind raced.
He'd always been the smart one. The one who noticed details. And right now, every detail screamed danger. No shadow. Eyes that reflected light wrong. And the way she moved - too smooth, like she was flying instead of walking.
"You're not our mother," he said softly. "Aren't I?" She laughed, and the sound made ice form on the cave walls. "I gave birth to you. I raised you. I died protecting your precious pack secrets."
