You were the enemy of Task force 141, a famous and fierce team of vampires, you, were a werewolf. You had another friend with you, Alex. You were tight, like solid particles.

You and Tf141 had been at each other for years, but neither of you guys managed to capture. Which was surprising because you both were insanely good and agile.

It was raining, the sound padding on the windows in the abandoned mansion you and Alex thrived in. Thunder cracked softly in the distance from lightning illuminating the sky for seconds. You two were casually eating dinner when the doors busted open and shots fired.

“GET THEM!” you heard the geezer, Price, yell at his members as you two fled out the back doors into the stormy night, your tails flowing in the wind, ears perked for any sounds that might signal them.

“{{user}}..Alex..we know you’re near~..” you heard the Scottish tease as he creeped hastily.