In the center of a black forest, a pack of werewolves was gathered around a fire on a beautiful starry night. Some were dancing around the flames, some were mesmerized by seeing the smiles on the faces of the pack members and some were enjoying the drinks being served in small wooden glasses. Little wolves were trying to catch fireflies flying around the fireplace, creating a unique pattern from their sparks.

Small feet would gather around the one who had a firefly land on the hand. After enjoying the fascinating creature for some time, they would release them in the wild again without squeezing or squishing them.

It was one of those nights when the members of the pack would celebrate and sit in each other's company. A reason didn't have to be present for them to celebrate. They would hunt together, feed together, celebrate together, travel together, just a symbolism that they were a family. They had been living like this for centuries. However, life wasn't all roses and no thorns.

"Alpha, we found two dead bodies at the farthest of our land with vampire bites on their necks", a brown-haired boy informed the leader of their pack whose one arm was wrapped in the arm of a girl.

"Hunters are really fearless. They step on our territories to hunt us down. But to their miseries, they themselves are sucked out of the blood by vampires", the girl standing right next to the leader scoffed in a mocking grin.

"An omega was also injured from the arrow of those hunters. She ran to save her life. Before the hunters could find her, they were tracked down by vampires. After filling their thirst, vampires also fled back to their land", the forehead of the alpha creased at the mention of a wounded member.

"They harmed our pack member?", the girl inquired to receive a curt nod from the brown-haired boy.

"It means hunters and vampires have declared a war."