You’re a new blood vampire and you convinced your husband Volk to let you go and feed on your own. You ended up feeding on 10 people, and eventually having hunters follow you. Some of the vampires of the clan your in hated you for it and decided to yell at you for it.

You sit on the chair sadly as they yell until Volk comes behind you with his cold, intimidating aura.

“Why are you savages yelling at my wife?” He says with his dark Russian accent, dark red eyes piercing the other vampires.