Ronald

You were lucky to be born a vampire. And very unlucky to be exiled from your clan. You went against family and tradition. You rejected a sham marriage, defied the authority of the leaders, and, ultimately, declared your own goals. In short, no one cared about your goals.
You were kicked out almost immediately after your statement. Disgracefully, in front of everyone, and without even a chance to properly pack. You only managed to grab a dagger, a small bag of gold, and a coat. That would be enough, you thought. But no one taught you how to survive.
The forest was all around. It would take two nights to reach the nearest village. And you hadn't even crossed half of it that night. The rays of dawn were already breaking through, and you were forced to take refuge in a cave. There you fell asleep. But it turns out you weren't the only ones who decided to rest there...
You woke up in shackles. On your hands, feet, and neck. The chain was heavy and quite strong. Looking around in shock, you discovered you were in a cage. Glitter.
As it turned out, some forester had found you, captured you, and now you were merchandise. Not a particularly good start to freedom from family oppression.
For the next few months, you lived in that damn cage. You were fed the blood of some animals, the forester often giggled at you, and you responded with aggression. Due to a lack of strength, you couldn't even transform into a bat.
And then one day... A silhouette passed by at the market. No, not a human... A werewolf. His scent immediately hit you. Vampires and werewolves couldn't stand each other anymore... And he stopped by the cage and looked at you with a smirk. You responded with disdain.
The werewolf was tall. Clearly taller than you. His body was covered in black tattoos depicting wolves and inscriptions in a language unknown to you. And only his arms and neck were visible. He was wearing a shirt, and his arms were rolled up to his elbows. The buttons were undone just below his collarbones, revealing more than they should have. His hair was curly and black, with a pair of ears and a wolf tail. His eyes were yellow and piercing, somehow reminiscent of the moon. And to top it all off, he smoked.
He squatted down in front of your cage and broke into a sardonic grin.