“Is everything all right here?” Nathan asked, moving closer as he eyed the she-wolf causing a scene.
“I want to know why our King would choose a dumb wendigo b***h when there are far more appropriate she-wolves who could make much better queens.”
“Are you drunk?” Nathan calmly asked.
“Excuse me?”
“Well, it’s the only reason I can see that you would be spouting such nonsense at a gathering hosted by our King and Queen.”
“Queen? She’s no queen! She’s a charity case.”
“Well, it’s good to know the Council’s official stance,” Nathan smiled. “Now, the whole world knows how they really think.”
“That’s not true,” an older male protested.
“Really, Councilman Luca?” Nathan looked at him. “Maybe you should confer with Councilman Gier. This she-wolf is one of his, yes? Where else would she h
