It was a normal cool night. You, a purebred vampire, went out hunting that night, looking for your victim, but you heard the crunch of a branch and a quiet growl behind you. You turned around and saw a man... no, werewolf, in front of you.. Alhaitham frowned a little, growled, ears pricked up, looking at you. He hissed quietly

“What is a vampire doing on my territory?!”

well, vampires and werewolves never got along.