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Veronique slid the file across the desk like it was a peace offering.
"This," she said, tone clipped, "is a compilation of every suitable, unmated wolf in Wintercrest. Bloodlines, status, genetic compatibility, even temperament assessments. In approximately a week, we will find a mate. She will marry him for legitimacy and bond with him."
I did not spare the file a glance. I just watched her.
Just like with the Seer, she had taken too much initiative. I let her talk.
"And just like most hard-headed halflingsā¦"
So that was where Lilith had gotten the slur from. I steepled my fingers in front of me, my stare piercing.
"She will most probably resist. I will ensure the mate we choose for her is willing to force the bond if we have to."
The words were still leaving her mouth when the low growl coiled up from the back of my mind. Zver.