"We are not food, your highness", Peter stated. He took a step forward but one of the Cheetahs growled at him and he stepped back.
"Trespassers then?" the Queen quirked her brows at them.
"Shifters, we are also shifters like you," Chelsea explained. She hoped that as far as werecats go, they would not eat other shifters. "We are from another place. We accidentally found ourselves here and we are only seeking a path to return back"
"Yes, I knew you weren't from around here," the Queen said, looking bored. "My subjects told me you weren't from around here before you arrived. So prey tell, what type of shifters are you?" she said, looking at her fingernails.
Neither Chelsea nor Peter missed the way she said 'prey' instead of 'pray'. Peter gulped.
"Werewolves your highness." Chelsea dec
