The white recruit could not have responded more perfectly to Kira’s banter. Some wolves might have shied away at the mention of “dark,” or perhaps asked for some clarification with one paw ready to run. Not this femme. Hocus seemed to welcome the idea of a more shadowy pack, a fierce grin curving her charming muzzle that made Kirastasia’s nape prickle. Ooh, she definitely felt like Malignant material. These mossy woods could use some more wolves like the pretty porcelain doll waiting by the border.

“Those are good qualities, I suppose.” Kira gave a little yawn, as if bored with the other fae’s performance—when in reality, the princess had already made up her mind that Hocus Pocus belonged in her kingdom. And if time passed and Hocus didn’t deserve her welcome? Well, there were plenty of places to hide the body, weren’t there? Someone as flighty and carefree as Kirastasia couldn’t be bothered to worry about the minute details of picking and choosing just who possessed the exact right traits to benefit Malignant.

“Just so you know, there might not be much settling going on here.” Feeling antsy as always, Kira sprang back to her toes, figuring this was as good a time as any to give Hocus Pocus a thorough once-over. The fearless snow bird pranced over the border into no-wolf’s land, circling the other pale sheila like a little girl inspecting a pile of jewelry. “I mean, it’s quiet. Most of the time. But I hope you don’t expect to walk in here and nap all day. People might think you’re lazy.” Suddenly Kira shoved her pretty muzzle into Hocus’s space, her snout merely inches from the opposite femme’s face. “My name is Kirastasia. Nice to meet you!”