Nikolai could sense the tensions between the people in the mansion while sitting in his grandfather's study, quietly sipping the special blood tea that calmed his nerves.
'Father seems to be late...'
Tonight, there was supposed to be a meeting to determine whether the other clans would follow Nikolai or if he needed to prove himself to them. Though this normally happened, with all the traitors and the current state of S-City, he wondered who might cause trouble.
Knock-Knock!
"Come in."
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
The person waited for Nikolai's voice before she entered—it was one of the mansion's maids and an older-looking male with greyish hair.
Unlike the white fur of a Fenrir or the pure silver hair of a Volkov, this hair was dirty, maybe a little mixed between the two.
'Who is this?'
