The rogue's lips curve into something that might be a smile. "Direct. I appreciate that. My name is Vera. Not Luna Vera from your pack house—before you ask. Different woman, similar taste in names."
"I didn't come here for small talk."
"No, I don't imagine you did." Vera's eyes rake over me, assessing. "You're smaller than I expected. Younger. But the blood doesn't lie. You are what we were told you are."
"And what's that exactly?" I keep my hands loose at my sides, ready to shift if this goes sideways. "Because I'm still figuring it out myself."
"Moon-Blessed. Divine-blooded. Descendant of the line that was supposed to have died out two centuries ago." Vera takes a single step closer to the border, and immediately a dozen pack warriors tense. She stops, holding up empty hands. "Easy.
