When other werewolves and I had to join forces with vampires to defeat a diabolical wizard, the blood began to flow freely. And as the bodies of our friends started piling up, we began cooperating with each other to preserve ourselves and our legacy. The wizard we faced wasn't that strong when he started out, so he naturally craved more power. And the quickest way to get it and become immortal was to harvest the hearts of vampires. But there's a catch. The vampire's hearts need to be harvested by a werewolf for the spell to work. And it's very easy to pit us against each other to accomplish this task. And since the wizard needed our hearts and our cooperation to cast his spell, the murders were particularly gruesome. What made it worse was we didn't know it was one of our kind who was killing us to help him. So it was hard to know who to trust as I watched my friends die one by one. I soon learned that creatures of the night will resort to anything to share in the power of a supreme wizard. Including killing their own kind by ripping their hearts out while they are still alive. This is my storie, but it may become yours too. Like I said before, werewolves and vampires don't exactly see eye to eye, but we will protect each other when push comes to shove. That is, as long as everyone keeps their cool. However, if anyone gets out of control, they have to get out or face the consequences. That task usually falls to us werewolves. We have the muscle, and we have the spells to make anyone behave - or be destroyed. All I know is that once a wizard wants to rule the world they need both the powers of werewolves and vampires to do it. And they will kill each one of us to get what they want. And that's what I faced on Halloween night in the year 2004. In and around the Town of Timber Oak Maine.