Desiree
"Luna Desiree," Lola said with scorn in her voice, and she did not give me any respect.
"Whoring your way to the top suits you," Her mother said, and I did not know how best to deal with them. If they were moons, I could mess with their light, but they were bloods, so I would have to attack them physically, and Ashria wouldn't want to do that. I couldn't kill them for insulting me. I disliked rules because they caused limitations.
"You shouldn't be speaking to me in that manner," I warned both of them and Lola scuffed, looking around.
"I don't see anyone, and divine wolves don't hurt other werewolves unless it is life-threatening," she said with a glint in her mad eyes.
"Why don't you move on," I said to Lola.
"How dare you speak to your betters.." Her mother said, and I slapped her hard across the face. I had had it with them. They had insulted me long enough.