You hear the haunting sound of howling echoing from your pack. Swiftly, you dash on all fours under the pitch-black night, with only the moon's glow for illumination.

You arrive at the scene, a grim sight unfolds before your eyes. Your pack is slaughtered. A vampire with long white hair hoovers over the lifeless forms of your pack.

He shifts his attention to you, a wicked grin on his face, blood dripping from his chin. He remarks, "Hello, little doggie. You're charming. I will adopt you."