Virgil PoV.
“She’s the same woman, my Lord.”
I stared intensely at Kruglov, paying attention to every detail of the report he presented. From behind the desk, I linked my hands together as I listened to Kruglov speak. I hissed in response when I heard Castor Melucci’s name mentioned by him.
I hated the thing about werewolf destiny and its partners. It was like such a sickening thing could not sway them. Unlike the vampires, who are free to choose a bride and claim her at will.
The eternal bond with our partner will be legalized by itself once we reach the age of half a millennium. That’s why I hated the werewolves, because they killed Valeria when our bond was almost eight centuries old.
“May I make a suggestion, my Lord?” Kruglov handed several pieces of paper to the table.
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