Sam Golbach is a vampire. He was happy, having found his soulmate, the two having a son together. Everything was perfect. Until she was cruelly ripped away from his hold by hunters in an ambush. The werewolves, who were once an ally to the vampires, never answered the call for help. Thousands had been lost, and the werewolves didn't even bother to show up to the funerals, so the vampires declared war on them.
Colby Brock is a werewolf. He has his pack, his kid is amazing, and he was even acquainted with some vampires who were pretty chill. He was happy basically. But then, for no reason, the vampires declared war on them, and the ones whom he thought were his friends turned on him and hurt him, blaming him for something he didn't understand, and in these times, he quickly learnt that the only ones he could trust were the members of his pack.
The two were never meant to meet in these circumstances, never meant to bond, but somehow, it happened before the two even realized. Sam didn't know why he hadn't sucked the life out of the wolf, nor why said wolf seemed awfully pretty. Colby couldn't explain why he hadn't torn through the bat, nor why he looked forwards to their weekly meetups.
But one thing was clear between them;
None of their friends or family could ever find out about what they were doing.