Accalia's POV
"Please advise Beta Roger of my arrival," I asked a border guard as soon as my driver stopped the vehicle in front of the huge gates.
The guard gawked when he saw me.
I lifted an eyebrow, a bit annoyed.
"Well? Are you going to inform your Beta of my arrival or not?" I asked, getting impatient.
"S-s-sorry, Luna," he said and took a step away from the vehicle, a bit startled by my lack of patience.
I internally chuckled, I had cleaned up well, no wonder he was staring at me as he had never met a woman before.
My attention was drawn to the familiar sickening scent of a wolf mixed with magic.
Most probably the whole pack existed out of half-breeds and witches.
Werewolves weren't extremely fond of witches... We saw them as the filth of the earth... and the only good wit
