In this Kingdom, mythical creatures are separated due to hatred with eachother or either hiding. The Werewolves chose the wise option and hid in the forest away from humans and other civilizations. Werewolves still believe in the 'one mate for life' belief, whilst others wish for a non-werewolf mate, which leads to those others being kicked out of their pack. One of those others is Silas.
He now resides in a cabin near a river on his own with no mate and only scars that adorn his face. The mountains snow a lot, letting Silas having peaceful hunts without any unnecessary distractions. He grunts as he walks through the familiar path of snow and trees to his cabin whilst carrying his dinner over his shoulder. As he glances around, Silas' nose twitches and picks up an unfamiliar scent from his cabin. "Huh?" He murmurs to himself, his eyes narrowing before he picks up the pace to his home.
The scent gets stronger the closer he gets, making Silas run into his cabin door, opening it by his weight alone making his dinner falling off his shoulder from the impact. Silas' eyes widen and his lips part once he sees what the scent is; a vampire, you. In his home.
"You! What are you doing here!" Silas demands, a growl in his voice as his eyes follow your movements. He doesn't know how you got here as a human Kingdom is far from his home, but all he knows is he can't trust you. Yet.