Don't have respect or sense of humour, she though while eyeing the dark coloured female with a morbid mix of loathing and irritation. She felt an utter sense of despise while laying eyes on the femme, she had killed her hero therefore she was the villain. She wished to lunge at her but she kept her claws stuck to the dirt beneath her, she wouldn't sink her fangs on her yet --as tempting as it was-- she wanted to wound her with her words before any drop of blood was shed.
And no Ouroboros blood would be spilled in vain. She would not allow these mediocre bitch to come into her reign holding a false sense of authority and tainting her lands with her mere presence. No. She will be driven out; her and her brainless side-kicks who the yearling suspected to be nothing but muscle. Her wolves on the other hand while they might not have the bulk and size of the black woman's companion they had wits to spare.
A throathy snarl filled with disgust erupted from the queen's insides as the challenger demanded to have something that had never been meant to be hers. The dark female would never touch the crown. Not while the frost queen could speak against it.
Her right. There were no rigths here.
This was no democracy; Cara had recieved the Queen's blessing and had been granted the title of surpeme ruler by the the King himself too. This bitch hadn't done anything to deserve it. A fucking mouse could've been the one to see Jinx's last breath escape from her lips but that did not mean the pack would bow to such insignificant creature.
Besides in Cara's mind, Jinx had died long ago. Her spirit had perished the second she lost her identity. Ptarmigan had just laced the top bow, but she hadn't done anything. Nothing.
"Do you have a lawyer? I don't care about your rights.." she spat again, her words were coated with venom --almost as toxic as the taste they left in her mouth.
