"My brother and I were making deals with a diamond merchant in his house," Tristan said as he sat down on the edge of her bed beside her. "Then a couple of werewolves showed up there, threatening the merchant to give up his diamonds to them. And then my brother and I fought with them and send them away—"
Ivy blinked at him. "So does this mean that the treaty is breached?!"
"I don't think so," he shook his head. "I believe that we can brush it off by pinning it up as self-defense, but… I don't think that Connor would buy it."
Ivy sighed. "But what does he want from us? Why are they trying to steal our wealth?"
"That is what I am trying to find out. But werewolves are generally not robbers. They have their own principles to follow."
"But why are they suddenly acting this way?"
"We can
