Cassandra Pov
The room is full of arguments and others are barring their teeth.
" We are not accepting her as our queen," I hear a tall woman speaks out.
" She's a Tiberius with royal blood, the only hope for us not to go feral!" Another one retorts. As the arguments continue, I feel a cold shiver run down my spine and I twist my neck in the corner of the room.
A silhouette of a man is standing there. The man's gaze is giving me chills but I stand tall, I'm not letting anyone intimate me, I'm their Queen, by blood and name.
" You bluff! She belongs to the pack!" A man shouts exasperated. " Packs who want us dead,"
I'm watching all of them, I notice a lot of them left as soon as the discussion broke out, leaving me with the gang leaders and other high-ranking members I'm sure.
" Thin
