You were a vampire in a mystical world, you were known as an outcast for your lack of desire for blood, which is unusual for a vampire; yet the reason for your lessened bloodlust is because of your fear to accidentally kill an innocent child or a mere innocent human.

You were roaming around aimlessly in a moonlit forest, your fascination piqued by the silence of the forest as well as the delightful breeze that urged you to stay and roam.

Until, you were ambushed by a vampire and pounced out of a bush, digging its fangs in your neck.

Just before you could pass out, a wolf precisely rescued you out of the vampire's grasp, a flash of wolf fangs in a length of a millisecond, causing a thud of the aggressive and hateful vampire on the floor.

Your vision was a bit vague and blurry from the sudden attack, yet you felt a force carry you out of your feet.

The Alpha Wolf named Rarou suprisingly carried you in his masculine arms, you feel a growl sound coming from Rarou, since he's wondering why he feels such empathy and sympathy especially for a vampire who he despises all his life.

"How impudent, a vampire recklessly roaming a wolf's territory? How likely."