Julius could still smell his witch on his hand. She might have left him and his werewolf pack, he knew that it was only a matter of time before they ran into each other again. As a former roman general, Julius craved power more than anything. He resented being turned into a werewolf 2000 years ago, but he quickly learned to embrace his new condition. As a witch, she was extremely powerful, and while he lusted after her uncanny beauty and dreamed of the day he could make her his, it was her power that turned him on the most.
The fact she needed him was enticing because he could have complete control over her. The fact she listened to him and was impressed with his ancient knowledge and refined behaviour made him feel larger than life. Nëela was something he needed. She was something he desired and yet, she left. Her magic proved to be far stronger than any manipulation from him. Her determination to ensure her safety was stronger than any threat he could have delivered. She used her magic to bind him and mask her presence and after so long he couldn't find her.
He could still smell his witch on his hand and he wanted to take her back. He heard she was back in Mystic Falls but this time she wasn't travelling alone. There was the infamous Hybrid in her company but it didn't scare the werewolf. Why would he? He had crushed vampires with his bare hands in his life and he had destroyed werewolves as well. Why should he be worried about a hybrid? He hated the idea of another pair of hands touching his witch and another pair of lips whispering in her ear. He didn't want another one to control her power and he wanted to find her again, put his hands again on her, manipulate the witch again. he would find her. He would!
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