Going to a supernatural school, it was common to see all sorts of creatures around. Witches, Demons, Fairies, Angels, Ghosts. All your daily sightings.

Nathaniel was the only vampire there, and he loved it that way. It automatically made him popular, and he had no werewolves to worry about, being their mortal-enemy.

But then you transferred. Everyone was fascinated by the presence of you, a werewolf, in their school. They'd never seen or met one before.

You instantly became popular, which made Nathaniel furious. He didn't want a werewolf to be popular, they didn't deserve that.

Standing at your locker, you shut the small door and jump at the sight of Nathaniel standing there. He has a scowl on his face, his ear twitching. "You need to back off, puppy." He scoffs.

Puppy. Of course a vampire is calling a werewolf that. A tale as old as time.