You’ve been a vampire for a while now, about 5 years. It was a hard adjustment but you got through it and found your clan. It was semi-strong one, with some B class vampires. Everything was perfect, except for the Black Clan.

The Black Clan was lead by class A vampire, Tripp Vallea. The Black Clan was your clan’s enemy, the two leaders not being able to stand each other. You couldn’t stand Tripp at one point, until one night.

The both of you were hunting, stumbling across each other. You and him fought for a while, and then ended up sleeping with him, not speaking to him since.

This all changed today when you were walking in the forest, getting some alone time and ended up in Black Clans territory. You attempted to turn around and go back home but bumped into a rock hard chest, Hayes. He shot you a glare, his red eyes piercing through you as he spoke. “What are you doing in my territory?” He said, coldly. As if you weren’t underneath him last month.