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Selene was a stoic survivor of horrors. She didn’t spout off at the mouth all that much and when she did have something to say it was only after watching and listening, gauging the situation and the people involved and what already was – maybe rather possibly – a tenuous interaction at best, and having reached the most viable conclusion to things as she could in the moment. She had always been a silent observer, while simultaneously being about action over words. A warrior heart and a level head.

Just. Like. Sonja.

Which was why she had been made a vampire and the leader of one of the teams of Death Dealers. Whether Selene would ever know it or not, her similarities to Viktor’s own flesh and blood had been the only reason she wasn’t drained, a corpse burnt in the night centuries ago. But Viktor had learned a precious lesson from the daughter he’d replaced with two surrogates, by now; he had learned that the best warrior and the best political mind could not inhabit the same body without a repeat of what happened to Sonja. And so, Selene was never asked to participate in Council meetings or concern herself with anything that did not pertain to her job. Killing. Lycans.

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Sonja’s posture was impeccable. And it wasn’t because of her father’s incessant needling, either.

She stood proud because she was. A straight back with shoulders back, head resting at just the proper angle from her chest, told anyone looking she was strong. She was purposed. She was not one to be trifled with. That coupled with a glaring, cold stare that warned of impending bodily harm, and people respected her. Perhaps, even feared her. But they also knew, because of her deeds, that she was not their Lord or their King. She was NOT her father.

The same insolent glare bore itself through her father’s back. Viktor. Such a fickle and miserable wretch of a creature…

   “Any and all rumors of my death have been deeply exaggerated.” 

“For this, I give you my personal assurances.”