Upon hearing the identity of the newcomer, Eleanor's sharp mind quickly processed what it meant. Dmitry Petrov, a Knight of the Night Council, wasn't just any vampire. His title alone signified his seniority and rank. To be entrusted with such a position, he must be one of the old monsters… those who had lived for several centuries, perhaps even longer. The fact that the other vampires had immediately knelt to him confirmed her suspicion. He wasn't someone to trifle with.
Still, Eleanor was no ordinary young woman.
As the future head of the Raynor Clan, her status as a Young Miss was just as significant. She was destined to inherit a seat on the Werewolf Council… an institution of equal standing to the High Council of vampires. This vampire, Dmitry, clearly knew that. His bowing, his respectful posture… it wasn't just courtesy. It was an acknowledgement.
"He bowed first," she noted with satisfaction. That says enough.
