Desandra studied the polish on her nails. They were long, sharpened to a point, and bright yellow like the mane of blonde hair falling on her back.
“They say we mate for life, that we have lupine dignity, that we are all stoic and sour. Rubbish. But one thing is true. We forget nothing. We remember our friends and our enemies. If Beastlord were to betray his friends, well, he wouldn’t be fit to be a leader. If Martha goes for his balls, someone will have to go for his throat.”
Green light rolled over Desandra’s eyes. She smiled. “Poor Beastlord,” she purred. “Why, he wouldn’t know where to turn.”
A vampire dashed across the parking lot.
“Aiming for the Beastlady seat?” I asked.
“If they begged me to take it on bended knee, I wouldn’t.” Desandra grinned, baring sharp teeth. “Too much hassle. I’m a single mother. All I want to do is raise my children in peace.”
“And rule the largest clan with iron claws,” I told her.
“These are plastic.” Desandra waved her nails at me.
PS: Jeaniene’s Frost Brightest Embers is out today.