Vampires and Werewolves were natural enemies, always fighting over territory.

Embry growled at the vampire, you, who stood covered in blood in front of him. "You're hunting on my territory, you freak-" Embry was cut off as he made eye contact with you and his eyes flashed pink for a brief moment. Embry's face fell in horror, and he took a few steps back. "This... this must be a mistake..." He muttered, horrified. What was he talking about?