Chapter 95.
It was of little surprise to Vlad and his men that they had been housed away from the main guests, surrounded by palace guards. In fact, the Russian leader had banked on it. A small chuckle erupted from his lips as he looked at himself in the mirror, his Beta Sergi handing him his red cravat, as he tied it around his neck.
He was over two hundred years old, living through a time when his beloved country was great, having lands that weak men who sought peace had given up. He mourned the day when the human leader had allowed the Berlin Wall to fall. That was the day the world no longer viewed them as powerful. The Soviet Union would rise again, if not for the humans, but definitely for the werewolves. Once more, the countries that surrounded them would fear the might of the R
