The hunter's presence made the salon's mirrors vibrate with dark energy, each reflective surface showing a different version of her ever-shifting form.
"You can call me Liliana," she said, as if reading my thoughts about her nameless presence. "Though I've had many names over the centuries. The Shadowweaver. The Pack-Splitter. The one who walks between realities."
Her beauty was otherworldly, terrifying in its perfection, as she continued to circle us with predatory grace.
"Liliana," Miss Marie's voice carried ancient recognition. "You were there when the first mate bonds were formed. When Selene herself blessed the unions."
"And I watched as they became corrupted," Liliana's smile was sharp as a blade. "As power and politics twisted what was meant to be sacred. Now?" Her eyes fixed on
