Abigail and I walk out and are greeted by a woman with shoulder-length blonde hair that was styled messy, her black eyes showing she is a Werewolf which I thought was odd. She was slender and athletic looking wearing a leather jacket and jeans and boots. Most of the time werewolves aren’t permitted in the city unless looking for their mates. So, the fact she is here makes me think she must be important to the Dragon Kings.
“Hi, I am Taylor,” she says, extending her hand. I quickly shake it, her eyes not even darting to Abigail, not even acknowledging her existence or the fact she is standing right beside me. She then turns on her heel and starts heading toward the gates at the front of the castle. The Vampires standing guard open the gates, allowing us to slip through before closing them
