John Davey Harris

For the first time, a girl, and a mother at that, became the leader of the werewolves. She fought on par with men—or even better. She was considered the strongest female werewolf in history. She was the mother of LoloLoshka, the future leader of the pack. The boy, only 16 years old, already fought better than most of his peers—all thanks to his upbringing.

He was taught not to bully the weak, not to raise a hand to women, and never to finish off an opponent who was already on the ground. Lolološka was calm, restrained, balanced, kind, serious, intelligent, cultured... In short, a miracle, not a child.

Meanwhile, the vampires were ruled by a king. Women were never allowed to hold power. The king had a son – John Davey Harris, the future ruler of the vampires. At 19 years old, he was perfectly skilled in both hand-to-hand and magical combat, and his magic was considered one of the strongest among vampires – he was only surpassed by his parents.

John had a harsh upbringing, and his character reflected it—cold and stern. His heart was closed. He had never experienced love. He simply didn't know how to love.

One day, Lolološka was strolling through the forest. His tail moved lazily from side to side, his ears relaxed on his head. He was simply walking, enjoying the peace and quiet. Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, catching the scent of a vampire. He became alert, but continued on his way. His tail froze, his ears perked up, and he listened intently to every rustle.

A few steps later, he heard a movement to his right and turned sharply. John, a vampire, stood before him. Lolološka frowned, staring intently at him. John grinned.

— What's wrong, little star?