The enemy of my enemy is my friend?

Greg flew off Katherine's hand and sat on the ground before shifting. The prince lifted his head to look at the woman before him while different emotions fought for dominance inside him: fear, happiness, we're mixed together.

He finally found some courage to look at Katherine, trying to read anything from her face.

She was standing still with an expression mirroring his.

- I know it is not the best time to talk about this, as a lot of things happened today, but can you at least promise me you would think about our possible future? - He whispered.

Katherine looked at him. The confusion was evident in her sight.

- How is that even possible? - She asked no one in particular.

- What is possible?- Greg tried to establish what she was asking about.

- This, all of this. - Katherine replied, but that still makes no sense to a vampire. He opened his mouth to ask another question, but King Marcus interrupted him.

- I think she is asking how you could be mates if you belong to different s