"I know I have hurt you, again and again, I have been indecisive, stupid, and immature. You would think that someone who has lived as long as I have would be more sure of himself, of what he wants but everything happened so fast, everything around me was changing and I felt as if I was…stuck" Soran said, his eyes pleading for John to stand there, close to him so he would listen to everything. Now they were safe, the dangers of before would soon just seem like an old nightmare but he, he did not plan to bury this connection with it.
The vampire had denied it many times, he had questioned himself, his beliefs all of those things that made him who he was. Soran was of royal descent, he had been raised strictly, and his family was always in charge of the royal guard. Being with a werewolf, an outsider almost seemed like a sin, they would hate him for it, his father, his mother, his own blood.