Ivy ran out of the courtroom without bothering that the people were looking at her, probably gossiping something bad about her as well. It doesn't matter! These people are toxic, they don't need to be saved.
To the hell with them and the werewolves, probably they both deserve each other. These humans might seem vulnerable compared to the supernatural creatures—but humans are the worst when it comes to treating women.
Ivy had heard stories about Vampires and werewolves who treat their female counterparts with respect, and love. She wished that she wasn't a human as she slammed face down on her bed, without caring about removing the expensive clothes or the Tiara on her head.
She cried and cried until there were no tears left in her eyes. When the afternoon came, and the maids placed her
