42 ~ Cordelia

(Raya’s POV)

Kaan steps protectively forward, shielding me from the newcomer’s uncanny sharp eyes, but I tiptoe to look over his shoulder, eager to see our visitor.

“Hmm…this must be the human mate I’ve heard so much about.” The silver-haired lady drawls, her voice spine-chilling in its apathy.

Human mate? She must be another lycan, but unlike Sylvana, this one doesn’t look very friendly. She stands tall and straight, almost military in her stance. Her short silver hair seems to be spun from moonbeams; they shimmer as if with a light of their own in the dark. She looks to be around her early sixties, but I’m not really a good judge when it comes to age so I could be wrong.

Just like Kaan, the cold doesn’t seem to bother her because she is wearing only a simple black leather outfit with a fur overcoat.

“Lady Cordelia,” Kaan says, his tone guarded. “We welcome you to Eldra Systir.”

“Why do you hide her, Prince Kaan?” The lady asks, almost sounding amused. “Do you really think I would off