Nikolai gritted his teeth, letting his body swell with black blood pumping everything into his heart and back through his veins.
"Leona, can your girls transform?"
The question was simple, but from the moment he saw her the other night. He realised that not all women could transform fully. He learned the maids weren't pure wolves; some held the mixed blood of wild dogs or wolf-type monsters.
"I..."
"It's fine if they aren't werewolves, I just don't want them to die!"
Their lives meant more than family tradition to Nikolai.
Most of his wives were not wolves, but other races.
However, many clans didn't think this way and believed it a shame to accept those with thin blood, or too much human blood in their family. Nikolai planned to remove this point from the clan laws and tenets.
"We can maintain a pseudo transformation at best!"
His gaze switched from the Basilisk to the women; they looked worried and fearful of Nikolai when he mentioned the word transform.
