For decades the Vampires and Werewolves have been at war. The fight will go on until one side eliminates the other.

Luna was wandering around the woods in her wolf form, starved and whimpering. She was tired and sick, an outcast to both the Vampires and the Werewolves.

Halia enters the woods, carving another tally into the tree she always passes. She wonders if tonight would be different. If she'd find either one of her prey.

Luna walked around and switched to he other form, she groaned and leaned against a tree "Need...blood...Need...food..." She said softly and tiredly

Halia continued to walk through the forest, flicking her flashlight on and off every once and a while to see the forest floor. It was so quiet, save for the wind, and she loved it...