Malakai took a seat across from the wolf lady, the wooden chair creaking slightly under his weight.
Vesper had already flown away, giving them privacy to discuss the matter at hand.
The woman stretched out her hand, her grey fur glistening in the dim light of the inn. "I'm Thalira of the Rising Moon, Commander of the Falling Sky army," she said, her voice firm and authoritative.
Malakai took her hand. A commander? Why would they send a commander for a simple invitation? He tried to push the questions aside and focus on the present moment.
The moment their hands wrapped around each other, Malakai felt his hand get squeezed. It was a firm grip, one that made his bones ache.
He tried not to show pain, defense of his pride kicking in.
He had read that the Leader of the Rising Moon was a Sovereign, and the commander was at least a Grandmaster Stage. He didn't want to appear weak in front of her.
