Not a King

"What did you call us?!" The girl growled. The Frost Territory was reigned by the vampires. Werewolves were the lowest in this place, but how dare this dog look down on them like this. She would stomp at the snowmobile, but another person joined the guards converging around the two wolves. 

This new person seemed to be higher than their position. Even the girl moved to get her foot off of the snowmobile and retreated to join her colleagues. They also bowed down in a line as if it would be a grave disrespect for them to be arrogant in front of her.

"I believe you are Joan's guests?" The woman took off the hood of her fur-lined coat as she walked closer to the two wolves. The action showed her white hair and black eyes with yellow irises, along with a beautiful youthful face. For some reason, Darius felt like she resembled someone he knew.