The same person?
Theo's breath hitched, and her knees nearly buckled. Her eyes trembled with pure disbelief and shock, unsure whether to believe this or not.
The same person.
It made no sense, and yet it did.
It was said that everyone had their dark parts. That side of yourself you hide from everyone. Theodora always shared these sides with her mother, though ~ whenever she got too excited or too mad, and the pendant glowed, it was as if something inside of her was scraping from within and trying to get out.
She knew this.
It was why her mother had told her to always control her emotions.
But right now, without the pendant around her neck and even without her wolf present that heightened her senses, she felt it very clearly.
Staring at this reflection, she saw a stark recognition.
A strange sense of Home. A kind of familiar, twisted warmth.
