Upon entering, nearly every single Werewolf had their head snap in my direction, their eyes instantly landing on me. The mixed reactions of their fight or flight instinct showed in those eyes. Even those that had shown confidence, were slowly dwindling and were showing frantic scared eyes. It made me wonder what determined the reaction within a Werewolf when their eyes land on a Fey. "What the fuck is he doing here? Let alone the fucking queen?!" A particular burly man wearing a large bear pelt over his shoulder on the far wall of the room growled which got everyone’s attention, silencing their own growls. 