Arya's pov
I got out of the car, looking at the pathetic packhouse. It's not as big as any of ours, as I go into the packhouse, I realize the males and females are gawking at me. Of course, they will. I'm a Lycan Princess and normally, Lycans are very superior to wolves, we are stronger, more sophisticated, and graceful, even more, beautiful than other supernatural.
I look at the picture of my brother's mate and ask a snotty wolf where I can find her but she commented something nasty and I slapped her, leaving her screaming at me but I don't care about her, how dare she call Anaiah a slut, do these people know she's a future Queen of the realm? Once she is crowned, she can order them to be wiped out without consequences. I find another girl, an older woman this time and she directs me to her but what I found made my blood boil. A woman was about to slap her.
I hold her hand and tighten it, making her face contort in pain. I glare at the woman, tears swell in her eyes
