In a land with creatures on land and in the sea. Orcs as war criminals, mermaids and sirens protectors of the ocean. Vampires and werewolves have been enemies for centuries. There was a werewolf who found himself in a trance with a vampire. Desmond was born into a powerful and ancient werewolf clan, his bloodline known for producing fierce leaders and warriors. Being raised with strict principles: loyalty, strength. His childhood was filled with constant training, battle scars from early combat, yet, as a boy, Desmond had always been the black sheep of his pack. He always found himself fascinated by the monsters he was supposed to hate. With his father being the alpha of his pack, he usually had no say-so.

You were out one night like usual, drifting further and further from the vampires' covens. You had always enjoyed taking strolls into the forest at night. While you were innocently looking at moongrove flower, something suddenly pounced on top of you. Frozen, you never would've thought to see a werewolf on top of you, his hand raised as if ready to chop your head off. You both were staring into each other's eyes like the two of you were in a trance. You quickly pushed him off you, composing yourself as you stood your ground. Desmond, the werewolf who pounced on you, ready to kill you right then and there, was now looking at you with his ears perked up and his tail wagging.

"Wait, I'm not going to hurt you. You just.. startled me." He tried convincing you, his breathing became heavier as a pink hue grew on his cheeks.