"What is this??" An elder harshly demanded, almost coughing up blood. "What do you mean?"
"If it was any harder for you to comprehend earlier, then I'll make it clear to you," He turned to the crowd with those dark Intimidating eyes of his. "... and everyone here, that she is my sister. Naomi is my sister. She's the rightful royal ruler of the Kitsunes, and she is his mate." He was referring to Daniel this time.
"You can't possibly believe all she must have you told you." Another said accusingly, and the two ears, standing tall at the tip of Naomi's head fell at their words. Her heart clenched like a crumpled piece of paper hearing the doubts in their voice and she feared she might not take it any longer and burst into tears.
"She and her kind and the ones who even started all these ruckus that almost wiped us all out of existence. The Kitsunes and Werewolves have been enemies for so many decades... "
