<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">Old Hop's Car @ Old Hop</span></span><br/>
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</div></div><br/>She’d fought the urge to smile at him when he’d opened her door and once in the car, she settled herself by clearing her throat and smoothing her dress after she crossed her toned legs. Once he was in and reversing the car, he’d quizzed her on her old pack and the iciness within Velaria seemed to intensify. However, Velaria never lied. Ever. “I killed them.” Was all she said at first, leveling him with a direct gaze into the ice that her eyes offered, so blue that they were almost the color of glaciers. Clearing her throat once more, she turned her gaze to train her eyes on the windshield. “First I killed their Alpha, my father, then I started with their Beta, all the way down to their Salutary. I left them with pack members, of course, but absolutely no hierarchy left to follow. Any ranking below the Salutary, I left them alive.” As she finished speaking, she turned to look at him again. “They made me a monster so I turned their own instruments against them after they forced me to murder my mate.” As she spoke the words, she realized her heart no longer hurt at the death of her mate. Yes, she’d killed him, a long time ago. However, she’d also found from a witch soon after that that the man she’d mated herself to for life had not been the man she’d thought him to be. Jerking herself out of her thoughts, she swiveled her attention back to Jakob. “That was all a very long time ago, I’m afraid.”