<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'">Velaria Romanov </span></span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 12px">En Route to Jakob's Car</span></span><br/>
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</div></div><br/>As Hop took his steps in front of her, leading the way to his car, Velaria hid a smile as she tucked her hair behind her ear and followed along behind him. Though she was dressed elegantly, Velaria and her wolf had been feared across Russia as a monster, a legend among humans and werewolves alike. The clothing wouldn't stop her from tearing the throats open of anyone who dared to lay a hand on Margaret. She was beginning to understand the strong feelings she had for the woman. While it had been so long since any person had touched her life, she had witnessed how cruel life had been to Margaret and while the woman was made of steel, she had a heart that still yearned to love others and see the good in the world. Velaria feared she'd lost that ability long ago. As Jakob joked about his age, Velaria snorted and rolled her eyes. "You are old, that's why I asked for your help. I figured you've got to be as old as myself." She chuckled softly then, even surprising herself. "These people from Russia, they're.. Probably here to either kill me or gain intel on me. I do not want them to find out about the pack, Jakob. I know I haven't fit in well, but this is the first family I've ever had. I won't see them put in danger and I know you wouldn't let it happen, either. I'd like to question the man who is here, but I highly doubt he's alone."