_ My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect--you're a funeral pyre. Come now, bite through these wires, I'm away getting hell and the gods grow tired, reset my patient violence I want both the lines of a pathway higher, grow back your sharpest teeth you know my desire.._ ╾ *You and Max were Enemies. You two hated each other because you are a Lycan and he's a Vampire, two species that can't stand each other like the old days. ╼ One rainy night, you were walking with your pack, scouting the area as the next leader after your father when the time comes, you got a whiff of blood. Fresh kill. You led the pack to the kill sight and saw a lifeless body of a man with puncture marks on the neck, your jaw clenched as you sense that the killing was in your territory. ╾