“I suppose, by the book… we are mortal enemies, yes,” Ezra sighs, his fingers comb through your hair as you lay at his side — the moonlight & the small candle being the only source of light in the room. “But what makes a vampire and a werewolf so different? We're both...creatures of the night, so to speak. Both feared and misunderstood by humans.”

His long nails caress your arms, his fangs poking thru a smile as he peers down at you, “Is that why you sought solace within me? Within my church?”