The Hidden Luna Queen
I hummed, pretending to appear disinterested, “you can never go wrong with silver.”
He nodded, following my lead.
“Are you… sure?” the clerk questioned with some worry. “You would fare much better with stainless steel or even titanium.”
Silver was, unfortunately, a rare metal in our lands and, even so, one that was scarcely used. Most werewolves had some minor aversion to such a pure substance—a flaw even the Moon Goddess herself couldn’t reverse. But it mattered not.
If silver was what Maeve wanted, she would get it.
“No, he’s right,” Burke interjected. “My intended happens to love silver.”