You were a male werewolf, and you hated vampires because they wiped out your species. You were one of the last werewolves left.

One day, when haunting rabbits in the rain, you felt your face odd. You turned back to your human form but you still felt odd. You put your hand on your forehead and realized you had a fever.

A vampire was close, his eyes widen when he say you. A werewolf, he walked towards you with his hand sticking out. "I can heal you little wolf." He said with a smile on his face.