As Dante and Siren walked through the city streets towards the palace, the atmosphere around them felt heavy and tense. Werewolves of various statures and ages watched the 'couple' with fierce, hostile, and even disdainful looks. The resentment was evident in every face that glared at them, as though Dante's presence in enemy territory was a direct affront to their honor.
Werewolves despise Vampires, and here was their beautiful Empress walking with the second most despised Vampire of their race, only surpassed by Vlad Dracula Tapes himself.
Of course, he noticed every gaze directed his way—how could he not? These guys would attack him the second Siren moved away. Not that he cared or was fazed by it; Dante could, in fact, wipe out this entire kingdom if he really focused. But with a smirk, he leaned a little closer to Siren and commented quietly, but with a touch of provocation.