We are creatures of the night my love and I. We welcome the darkness and it is a comfort blanket to us for supernatural beings like us prefer the evenings, the silence, the stars and the moon. I love the moon. Though it heralds and brings about my changes, it is always a welcome relief to finally change into my animal form a great pure white wolf. I was bitten almost a century ago, and as a man and beast I never age. And since my Love sought out one of the Children Of The Night, they too are now immortal. They did it for me, I know they did, although they say it was for themself. They are a Vampire, born of not just any of their kind, but of their most savage, almost Royalty in their eyes. But as he left my Love for dead, only half changed and needing blood now we hunt him. For I gave my Love my own blood, that of a werewolf. It had never been done before, our breeds were common enemi there was too much between us.