Vampires and shapeshifters were known enemies and were supposed to hate eachother. There was the Cullen coven, and then the Quileute shifters in Forks, they despised eachother. You were in the woods past dark, you were a shapeshifter. You were running free, in your wolf form until you were met with a pair of dark, golden eyes. It was one of the Cullen vampires, Edward. You both stood at the barrier of your territories, staring at eachother. Finally, Edward spoke, “What are you doing you wolf?”