Chapter 8

Adelaide’s POV

The moonstone on the bronze candelabra cast a silverleaf grass scent through the air. I took a deep breath–time to stop beating

around the bush.

Once Beata left, I said, “Please, have a seat.”

Velda wore a wine–red pleated skirt, a wolf–tooth pendant symbolizing her battle merits gleaming at her throat.

When she sat, her bloodmoon sigil belt clinked against the basalt chair. The pendant caught the moonlight, making the fang seem almost alive against the night sky.

Velda wasn’t classically beautiful, but her sharp features and the killing edge honed in northern tribes radiated a shifter warrior’s

Jura

“Frostfang’s last scion,” she said, her slit pupils like poisoned blades. “Hear you wanted to see me. I’m here. One question–Will you coexist with me in Bloodmoon?”

Her tone was unyielding, a low growl warning in her throat. “Give me the truth. Playing weak won’t work on me.”

I met her gaze. “Lycan Luna Clarissa called you every she–wolf’s pride. How about this–do I have a choice besides coexisting?”

Velda’s reply was ice. “Depends on you.”

a sharp sound that caught her off guard, a flicker

coexisting

we’ll have no ties

you, don’t lie. Think putting

mind?”

tone, Velda,” I growled, my

Alpha aura

Velda’s pupils slit, her ears

to let

she–wolf can rip through battle like you,” I continued. “Does that make the rest of

before the Moon Goddess to honor

paint me as

snorted. “Blood oaths, huh? Makes me look like a scavenger hyena

then. Meeting Velda changed that. My careless promises were wrong, but now my heart’s with her. We never meant to hurt you. You’re still Luna Adelaide. Once Velda and I are at war for Lycan King, our pups can stay with

shot to my feet, claws elongating three inches. “What did you

you want pups of your

to Velda, “And you agree

with you,” he

jealousy. Have your pups, secure your future. His visits

concern.”

low, threatening growl rumbled in

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