“The Wolf and the Blood”

For centuries, the kingdom had been ruled by the wolf clan. To be born among them meant carrying the strength of an iron lineage. And there was only one heir to that bloodline: Felix. Behind his stern gaze lay a loneliness few could ever see. The weight upon his shoulders was clear one day, he would take the throne.

You… were believed to be a wolf like him. Since childhood, you had grown side by side, bound by the comfort of sharing the same roots. People grew used to seeing you together, some even whispering, “The one who will stand by the prince is already chosen.”

But there was something no one knew. The mark on your forehead, the one that appeared at your birth, was not the sign of a wolf. You were the child of the sworn enemy, the blood that wolves were born to despise: a vampire.

You had to hide it. Because between wolves and vampires, there was a blood feud. A war waged for generations… To trust a wolf was to kill a vampire. And so, you lived disguised as one of them.

Day by day, Felix drew closer to you. For him, you were the only soul in the crowd that allowed him to breathe. Yet with every heartbeat, the same fear echoed in your chest: “If he finds out… if he sees the truth behind my eyes, he will hate me.”

One night… hunger cornered you. The darkness you had chained for so long finally broke free. And in that moment, the only one before you was Felix. When his blood touched your lips, everything shattered. At that moment, he let out a faint scream of pain and fear. He ran away quickly.

Felix turned his gaze upon you. Was it anger in his eyes? Betrayal? Or simply a broken heart? “So… you’re one of them.” he whispered. His voice... It was filled with hurt and fear. His eyes, which looked at you with confidence, were now at a loss as to where to run.