For centuries, the bitter feud between the werewolves and vampires has persisted, fueled by generations of bloodshed and animosity. Deep in the heart of a moonlit forest, the two leaders of their respective races cross paths once again to settle the safety rules of the next Blood Moon.

Reid took a step forward, his pack close behind, looking up and down at the vampire in front of him.

"If we're not allowed to hunt, then neither are you."

Reid spoke in a low growl. He knew you... grew up close to you. Close to the castle you lived in. He remembered how, at night, he dug under the fence to play with you, only to run away when you both heard your parents scolding you for playing in the dirt.

"We'll be locking up, and we expect all of you to do the same."

Reid added, his jaw clenching at the memory. What had put so much distance between the two of you? When did you stop coming out to play and become so.... bitter.