I stared at her, confusion clouding my thoughts.
Aurora Frostveil leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, "What you're holding right now are two prime moonroot stalks—the kind that fetch ten thousand marks per half-weight at the healer markets! These two together make a full weight. Take them to the herb traders in the merchant quarter, and if the market favors you, you might even get more than ten thousand marks!"
Aurora wore an expression that suggested I'd just received some tremendous windfall.
When I remained frozen in place, she added, "I don't share treasures like these with just anyone. Only my dearest pack-sister—Lyra Nightshade. Let's put the past behind us, shall we? Consider these moonroots my way of making amends!"
I laughed.
How could we possibly leave the past behind?
Not only would I bring it up—I intended to drag every last detail into the light for all to see.
I pressed down every emotion churning inside me and forced my lips into something resembling a smile.
"Thank you, Alpha."
"What's with the formality! We're pack-sisters, you and I."
Pack-sisters? We were clearly Alpha and subordinate. Nothing more.