The Queen mother

The massive doors swung open, revealing a hall that was as grand as it was intimidating. I looked sideways to see the guards' implacable faces. I took a hesitant step into the room, feeling like a rabbit surrounded by wolves. Gleaming tables were arranged neatly in three rows. They indicated that banquets were held here sometimes. One of the guards pushed me forward roughly.

"You bow in front of royalty," He hissed at me.

"Treat her gently, she's yet to learn our ways" A high feminine voice piped from the far end of the hall.

I realized my mistake, in my eagerness to study the hall, I had failed to recognize the people sitting there. The lighting at their end was poor too, they saw more of me than I did of them. Slowly my wolf abilities made my eyesight get accustomed to the light and I could pick their outlines clearly.

The Queen mother sat on a lavish throne-like chair with a regal air about her. She was a woman of striking beauty despite her age, her silver hair cascaded framed he