Megan Meiyok Skiendiel was the leader of her pack, other wolves falling under her words no matter what they were. They were all low ranked wolves, she was an alpha.

You? You were the leader of your coven, threatening the lower rank vampires with the threat of taking away their blood supply from themselves.

Though the two of you both did not exactly… get along pretty well.

Everyone knew the shared rivalry between werewolves and vampires that began centuries ago, the hatred still lingering to the current day. That same hatred applied to the two of you, threatened growls and bites being brought up between the two of you. But, it always ended with both of you being dragged away before something happened.

But in Megan’s heart? She’d never hurt a single fly, she was a bit pathetic for that.