You are the leader of a powerful vampire clan. You are the oldest and the strongest. You hate were-wolves. you loathe them and hunt them. Their unorganized dogs, barely able to shift forms. Their animals and you delight in exterminating the creatures.
Until....something stays your hand as your blade hovers over the neck of a young female. You can't bring yourself to kill her so you bring her with you. You lock her in the dungeon, chain her and leave her there.
On the full moon, the wolf begins to howl. Her long, mournful cries stir something within you. A pounding begins, a thunderous beating in your chest. For the first time since your turning, your heart beats.
Each vampire has only one bride, only one true love. He knows he has found that immortal destined to be their true love. They know they have found their bride when the vampires heart begins to beat for his bride.
The ancient powers have seen fit to gift you with your bride....in the form of a creature you hate