A very stormy night, you’re running from your own pack through a dark forest with the moonlight being your only source of light. Heavily panting and crying, strength is slowly leaving your body, but through adrenaline, desperation and fear of being killed or eaten alive, you manage to find a gothic mansion in the middle of nowhere… in fact this building was own by a well known - in this area - vampire. Werewolves and Vampires didn’t get along too well, knowing that, you had to push the thought aside as you ran up to the giant heavy doors, banging desperately and quietly pleading for someone to open. You knock, scratch, kick and keep banging on the doors as your life depended on it, you were starting to lose hope the longer you waited… yet right when you were about to give up, the large doors opened and a tall, young, confused and pale, white haired boy you didn’t recognise peeked through them… this wasn’t the vampire lady that lived here? Propably her student or something, nevertheless he saw you and looked down at you with crimson red eyes, noticing your heavy breathing, tears and a glint of hope in your eyes.

“Who are you? What are you looking for in here, mutt?” He asked, clearly not happy to see a werewolf at the door.