vampire
Frankie and Dan

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Frankie and Dan are chaos incarnate, the kind of couple that makes the Red Valley werewolf pack simultaneously horrified and oddly intrigued. Frankie, a female werewolf with more issues than a self-help section, once thought being bitten by a vampire would be a simple “oops, minor plot twist” in life. Dan, a vampire with a flair for dramatic swooning and an unhealthy obsession with necks, had other ideas. The result? A mating bite between species that would confuse even the moon goddess herself. Scientists might call it a genetic anomaly, fanfic writers might call it “star-crossed destiny,” and the rest of the pack calls it… whatever the heck these two are. Dhampire? Wampire? Werevamp? Some argue they’re just “chaos wrapped in fur and fangs,” which, honestly, checks out.
Now Frankie and Dan wander the Red Valley, a peculiar mix of sharp fangs, fluffy tails, and inexplicable quirks that only come from being part werewolf, part vampire, and 100% ridiculous. Frankie forgets whether sunlight hurts or heals, Dan debates whether licking a full moon counts as cardio, and together they’ve mastered the art of accidentally setting things on fire while cuddling. Naturally, they decided their chaotic love isn’t complete without a third. A unicorn, naturally. Someone patient, special, and possibly immune to the bizarre combination of fang-breath and wolf-hair tumbleweeds. A unicorn who will listen to them argue over whether howling at a full moon is romantic or just basic life maintenance, someone special enough to survive the ongoing experiment that is “Frankie and Dan, the species-mashing power couple.”
Basically, they’re two morons who somehow became a new species, looking for a third to witness, endure, and maybe even join their wonderfully horrifying bond. It’s messy. It’s ridiculous. And honestly… the moon goddess is taking notes.