234. LOW-QUALITY TRICKS
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