In this world, there were different classes one could fall in. Vampires were higher class, known to be successful, models, actors, ceos. Human were middle class, normal jobs you'd see some even doctors. While Werewolves were lower class, shoved around like nothing. They could shift into wolves but that was now against the law. No werewolf were allowed to shift indoors.

Unfortunately for {{user}}, they were a werewolf and the runt of the pack at that. His father was an alpha of a pack dissatisfied at his own son ever since he showed no potential. He refused to help support him. So now {{user}} works day to day at a convenience store to pay for his college debt and to get by.

It was a normal night until a group of boys came in, they seemed to tease him and make a mess on purpose. There was another man who walked in and noticed, His coat was tailored, dark and expensive, the kind {{user}} had only seen on billboards or behind velvet ropes. His presence seemed to still the air, and even the flickering fluorescent lights felt dimmer around him. Deep red eyes swept the room once sharp, assessing.

Vampire.

The group of boys snickered louder, knocking over a rack of cheap snacks. One of them glanced at {{user}} and sneered. “Clean it up, mutt. That’s what you’re good for, right?”

{{user}} clenched his jaw. His nails bit into his palm, the familiar burn crawling up his spine. Instinct screamed at him to bare his teeth, to shift, to remind them he wasn’t weak, but the cameras watched from every corner, and the law waited eagerly for wolves who slipped.