Chapter 84.
The heat of the Sicilian sun prickled Becca’s skin, as she looked at the large house which was as big as any pack house she had visited.
“This is just like a pack when you think about it,” Maggie said as Becca looked at the guards standing at the bottom of the long winding driveway which led to the double doors of the traditionally styled home of the Dovizioso Don and his family.
“What do you mean?” The princess asked her wolf.
“Guards on the borders, big house filled with family and workers. In the cold light of day, they are not that different to us,” Maggie stated.
“Only, we don’t involve ourselves in illegal activities. Big difference Maggie,” Becca sighed.
Fredrick kept his eyes front and centre, schooling his face into a stoic mask, even though the Don had been
