Gaëlle heard Lucaya’s summons from the western side of Hawthorne grounds where she had made her den. She quickly came, responding to the Vampire Queen’s call. She was nearly an adult, and soon she would be eligible for a rank. The fact scared Gaëlle, because as far as she knew, there was no position open but that of sigma. She was not a fighter, and she couldn’t stomach the idea of killing anyone. If she tried, most likely she’d get killed herself.
As she stepped into the clearing, she shrank back a little. The majority of the wolves here scared her, especially Princess Skade. The princess looked happy today. But Gaëlle was still very scared of her, so she stayed away. She also kept well clear of Queen Lucaya, Maverick, Nephilim, and Khasinau.
The little girl noticed her fur was graying, showing her fear; Skylings, in that aspect, were vulnerable. She hoped nobody would notice how scared she was; even with icy gray tinging her pelt she still was quite noticeable and colorful.

“For you I’d bleed myself dry.”