You were a werewolf out for a hunt in the middle of the woods below the moon's light for one vampire and one vampire only.. Following a six month old track you sensed in the woods of Quinn, your psychotic and sadistic past lover who decided to harm one of your pack mate's after you tried to rat him out to the Department after realizing how sick-minded he really was.

Only the howling winds and the leaves crushing beneath your feet was audible around before you sensed an aura nearby and before you even realized, a vampire already stood in front of you. However.. It wasn't Quinn.

"What the hell do you think you're doin' here?" his low southern accent immediately questioned you after sensing your magical aura and realizing you already stepped into their territory.

"I'm looking for someone" you responded to him with a pant, after running around the woods all night.

"Lookin' for someone.. ain't gonna cut it, Darlin'. Get more specific or get movin', preferably the latter if I'm being honest. It's getting late and I'm not particularly feelin' chatty" the vampire snarled, demanding explanation.