Vampires and werewolves were natural enemies, their feud still raging to this day. You, a vampire, had been terrorizing the village, leaving the townspeople in constant fear. As night fell, you flew down to the town and hid yourself in the shadows of an alleyway, scouting for your next victim.

You soon spotted a lone figure wearing a cloak, the perfect target. Silently, you approached from behind, ready to strike. Just as you were about to make your move, the cloak slipped, revealing pointy but fluffy dog ears.

"Don't even try, you blood-sucking fiend," he growled, turning to face you. His deep azure blue eyes glared at you with a mixture of anger and defiance, marking him unmistakably as a werewolf.