~Annalyn POV~
Lucas nodded, his eyes sharp. "If they're with Elias, they're dangerous. Stay close."
Calix smirked, his knife glinting. "Twin or not, they pull anything, I'm ready."
Matteo glanced at his tablet. "Thermal scans show a small group inside. One's got your energy signature, Annalyn."
Ezra's runes flickered. "That's your twin. Be careful—their runes match Visaya magic."
I gripped the stone, my nausea fading with resolve. "Let's do this."
We slipped into the outpost, Ezra's cloak hiding us until we reached a chamber lit by torches. There they were—my twin, their face a mirror of mine, Visaya runes glowing on their skin, standing beside Elias. My stomach twisted, but I stepped forward, the stone flaring.
"You're my twin," I said, my voice steady. "Why're you with them?"
They turned, their eyes narrowing, voice cool. "Annalyn, right? I'm Mara. The Visayas raised me. They're my pack."
