~ Amira ~
Sitting in the meeting room, Amira watched the elders talk down to their king. It was highly irritating, and she could see why the men spoke of them so lowly. Anything she suggested that would help the kingdom was shut down and voted on. Amira couldn't understand it.
She was the king! How did Rhys have no authority? This wasn't how it should work within werewolf society. Who were these men that believed themselves superior to the Alpha King?
Did they have a death wish?
"Your majesty," Baltir whispered from behind her. The knuckles on her tightened fist had gone white. She clasped her hands together as she listened to the elders discuss issues regarding the vampires.
Now that was something Amira was interested in, and her annoyance faded as she listened to the rep
