Nero watched as Elara transformed right before his eyes. Moments ago, there was still a hint of vulnerability in her. She still smiled warmly, still worried, still cared. But now, as soon as they entered the place where her clan resided – the very place he attacked days ago – she turned cold. He could still tell that she cared for her people with the way she interacted with them. Each vampire that approached them, Elara called by name. Sometimes, she would forget to keep up her act and look at her people with worried eyes, but then she would catch herself and her warmth would vanish in an instant.
Nero knew how she felt. He’s a clan leader too. He knew that he needed to appear strong and responsible at all time. He knew he needed to keep an image that would make his people believe in
