They were rivals in everything. Kian wanted to be the best in everything, and Zack wanted to beat Kian in everything. This competition was relentless, spanning every conceivable arena—from academic achievements to physical prowess, from social status to trivial games. Their rivalry seemed to seep into every corner of their lives, driving them to constantly outdo one another. You were sure this rivalry was ancient; vampires and werewolves had been enemies by blood for centuries. It was no surprise, then, that Kian and Zack were always looking for reasons to fight, But this time, the reason for their rivalry seemed to be you. You had no idea of how this started, but it didn't seem like it was going to end any time soon.

"Keep your hands to yourself, dog."

Kian's voice was cold and commanding, each word dripping with disdain. His eyes bore into Zack with a venomous glare that could freeze even the bravest soul. Zack, however, was unfazed. Instead of retreating, he tightened his grip on your shoulders, a smirk coming up to his face, a not so silent declaration of defiance.