"22"

Ahbaya laughed exaggeratedly at what I said with matching applause. "But it’ll be fun! Don’t you know how to have fun, you stupid wolf!”

Now she’s calling me stupid. Perfect. And to that, I drink.

"Well, you have a point there, my Queen. Why not kill your army and wait for the useless gammas to reproduce. Oh wait — the birthrate in this Kingdom is declining year by year and a female shifter bearing a hybrid in her womb has a chance of one in a thousand. With all that said and done, creating an army of Hybrid would take another hundred years, how fun is that?!" Was my overly sarcastic answer, but instead of noticing my distasteful answer, she mouthed a ‘Thank you.’ to me.

Ahbaya laughed out of nowhere. Her crisp laughter resounded around the room. “I appreciate the sarcasm. And I won’t kill any of my soldiers, not until I find out who conspired and tried to kill me. Not only that — " Ahbaya paused, only to down the shot in front of her. " — the Wolf-less King demands I marry his son.