Skylar and Christopher laid on the ground naked with a blanket around them as they gazed at the stars. It was a beautiful night; a great night. She was on a cold hard ground on top of a hill, naked with a man that she not only assumed was dead but was also a Vampire. Deep down, she knew it was wrong. Sleeping with a Vampire as a Werewolf was the highest form of betrayal. Werewolves and Vampires never saw eye to eye and they definitely didn't fuck one another because they were archenemies. They've been enemies since generations ago. There was a reason for their hatred towards one another but she didn't bother to read about it because it was none of her business. If her father found out about what she did, he would disown her without a second thought. She more or less had brought disgrace to her family name. Her father would be ashamed to even look at her.