VICTORIA

Life inside the walls and outside of them were definitely two different worlds.

Standing at the window of the room I’d been given, I looked out toward the beautiful villas beneath the fortress.

That’s where the werewolves lived—this was Dracomir’s pack and his home.

As soon as he arrived, he had to deal with a thousand things.

I understood his position, and I wasn’t some accessory he needed to keep hanging off his arm all day.

Suddenly, my gaze was drawn to a few carriages arriving in