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 aura.
"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
