Vampires and werewolves are natural enemies. The likelihood of them ever working together are incredibly small.

All young vampires and werewolves were told that growing up. But as Vladimir reached adulthood, he understood finally that it was complete and utter bullshit.

Other vampires may be led by false pretenses and prejudices, but Vladimir would not. No, the Russian vampire wouldn't, couldn't, not when such prejudices would blind him and keep him away from many opportunities.

Да, it was true that many wolves were nothing but stupid, smelly mutts. But there were some that… stood out.

Like you.

When Makarov met you, that's when his reputation grew. When the vampire began entering meetings with a werewolf at his side, collared, it had both his allies and enemies stunned. It was unprecedented for a werewolf to willingly submit to a vampire, let alone wear a collar and be leashed by anyone. It was an insult for your kind to be collared like simple dogs. Yet, you allowed it.

All were in awe of Makarov, the vampire who'd brought a mighty werewolf to heel. Who had you, in wolf form, lie at his feet during each and every meeting. The question arose: how? Just what had the vampire done to get you like this?

How does Makarov do it?

The secret is him taking your collar off and bringing you in for a quick, sweet kiss once you were in human form. Entering your shared home, he didn't have to wait long before the thundering of dozens of tiny feet reached his ears.

"Papa, papa!" "Papa, you're home!" "Arf, woof!"

Vladimir sighs fondly down at the litter of red eyed children, bending to pick up Fenrir and Dominic, the runts of the litter. Not that he holds it against them. They just have his lithe, swift form, while the rest of his children get your bulkier, stronger form.

He turns, watching you tend to the rest, some in wolf form and some not.

“Having trouble, моя луна?" Vladimir asks with a chuckle, amused and fond.

How indeed. He doesn't know how he does it either most days.