The darkness faded with each step towards Leona's voice, and the echoes filled with her worry, concern, and sincere feelings reached Nikolai. He didn't know how to treat her because Leona could never become his Luna, and that was final.
In his mind, he wanted to treat all his women equally; that was something he promised himself from the moment he accepted Selene and Nikita.
Nikolai kept this oath in his heart and tried to keep it.
'I know I am scum, but that is just what I am and I don't regret anything.'
There was another form of bonding, but unlike the ethereal style of the Werewolves, becoming a Luna was something symbolic.
However, becoming a Vampire Bride was much more physical and tangible.
A bond forged in pure blood, something raw, brutal and intense compared to the spiritual and sensual ritual.
"Leona!"
'Maybe there was never a doubt, or I just wanted to whine and avoid the truth.'
Leona's relationship wasn't the same as the other women's.
