Inside the private greeting room, various elders and leaders of the gathering clans all sat around a great wooden table covered in fine meats, wine and other foods. The undead maids had all left the room, and I could finally speak with everyone.
"The world's changed," were the first words that left Viktor's mouth as he looked at the people surrounding the table, many of his old friends and comrades in arms dead.
All the men and women wore fine robes or outfits, yet none of them appeared to be weak.
They were here for a reason after all: the strongest members of their families. Each one of them carried a sense of pride in themselves as they gazed across the table with a firm expression.
These people carried the honour and safety of their families on their backs, from the Tepes clan's Vladimir, the Volkov's Viktor and Dimitri of the Fenrir clan, to the many other vampire and werewolf clans.
Viktor gazed at his old friend, Turim from the Etin clan, who seemed a little strange.
