Vivian's POV
Ever since my identity as a witch became known to everyone in the palace, I have felt like I have become an outcast among them. Well, I was already different from werewolves, but the way they looked at me made me uncomfortable. I felt a sense of exclusion. Especially when Delia and Alen weren't around, the pranks against me became more frequent.
First, my clothes and belongings kept disappearing, and then I would encounter all sorts of strange things while walking down the street.
Of course, sometimes I couldn't understand the behaviors and things of the werewolves either. Now, I found myself staring at a giant wolfhead sculpture that suddenly appeared before my eyes, rolling my eyes helplessly. It was ridiculous. Who would put this boring thing in a corner of the palace?
