<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"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Pack Meeting - @ Old Hop</span></span></span>​</div><br/>As Velaria stood at the treeline, engrossed in her own thoughts, her sharp eyes shifted to the pack gathered around the table and scattered throughout the clearing. The traditions here were so.. mundane. Though it had been almost 59 years now that she'd been in a pack, 57 of them had been spent as a rogue. Not out of choice and it hadn't been easy. At first, her wolf had rejected the idea of being alone, had wanted the bond a pack offered, but as the years went by, the feelings slowly went away until Velaria was left void, a cold stone of a woman. Even back in her birth pack, a Russian pack called The Bellum Pack, she'd been the daughter of an Alpha. However, among the Russians, family was not as strong as it was here. Velaria hadn't been conceived out of love, she'd been conceived in hopes of developing her into a weapon when she was mature and they'd succeeded, turning Velaria into a monster. She'd killed, werewolves and humans alike, all in the name of her pack, but it hadn't taken long for Velaria to realize what she'd become was the very monster the humans portrayed them to be. When she'd had enough, she'd fled Russia, but at great costs and even greater blood shed. Single handedly, she'd practically destroyed a pack, though how she'd done it had always remained a secret to the outside world. The Russians, however, would never forget. As she continued to immerse herself in her thoughts, her phone buzzed in her hand again, signaling the incoming of another text message.<br/><br/>Velaria, there's trouble at the bar. Some strange foreign man is asking for you. I think he's armed, girl, are you okay?<br/><br/>As soon as she read the text from Margaret, it felt as if someone had dumped ice water in her veins. As panic seeped in, on the outside she was as icy as usual. Clearing her throat and squaring her shoulders, she scanned the crowd, trying to pinpoint who would be best to speak to about this issue. She didn't want to alert the whole pack, because she wasn't sure if this man was a wolf from her past or not, but just to be safe she dialed Margaret's number. On the second ring, she heard, "Velaria, sugar? This man is looking for you, said he grew up with you in Russia and he'd heard you settled here." As the words came through from Margaret's concerned tone, she knew that the human could feel the danger radiate from the stranger, surely a werewolf. Humans were naturally fearful of their kind, even if they didn't know what and who they were. "I'll be right there, Marg, don't move and make sure you stay in the bar with as many people as possible." At her words, Margaret had started to question her, but she quickly ended the call. As she watched her new family mingle, she let her eyes fall on her Alpha. Straightening her back, she started walking towards Zephyr with purpose when The Elder, Old Hop they called him, caught her eyes. No, he wasn't the Alpha, but as the only one present closer to her age, she felt a bit more comfortable approaching. She came to a stop beside his chair, her hands clasped elegantly in front of her. "Mr. Hopkins, may I steal you away for a moment?" Though she was a beautiful woman, there was no warmth to her, only cool diplomacy and a darkness within her that screamed 'Don't fuck with me'. "I apologize for the interruption." Velaria added politely, her voice so stoic and dead, but her eyes held a bit of urgency in them that was unmistakable as she stared down at the handsome, seasoned werewolf before her.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2Fb5%2F9e%2F54%2Fb59e5402d23b2701d4eafdc43ef4cc3b.jpg&amp;hash=f047328d3f0268e942e7c10776c7f449" title="b59e5402d23b2701d4eafdc43ef4cc3b.jpg">
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