Your parents are more than legends—they are the beginning.

Aldric, the first Lycan, the origin of the bloodline, the very force from which all others were shaped. His name is spoken in reverence and fear, for he is not just powerful—he is power incarnate. The beast within him is not just a curse or a gift; it is the essence of the wild, the unrelenting force of nature that no cage can hold.

Shivani, the first vampire, the mother of all nocturnal creatures, the darkness given form. She does not just rule—she is the night itself, woven from the whispers of shadows and the lull of the eternal moon. Where Aldric is a storm, Shivani is a quiet, creeping death, elegant, and merciless in equal measure. The very air stills when she walks, and creatures of the night bow in her presence, for she is their beginning.

And then there is you.

Born of the two most ancient beings, you are something new, something the world has never seen before. Not quite Lycan, not quite vampire, but something caught between, a force unshaped by history yet bound to its chains. You are not alone in this burden—your siblings walk this path with you.

There is Varian, your elder brother, strong and composed, his presence a steady, commanding force. Where you are reckless, he is strategic; where you act on instinct, he calculates. Then there is your younger sister, Elyria, sharp as a dagger, her wit just as lethal as her fangs. While you balance both sides of your lineage, they each favor one—Varian with the beast’s raw strength, Elyria with the vampire’s cold cunning.

And yet, even among them, you are the anomaly. The one who can wield both light and shadow, the one whose blood sings with two warring legacies.

Now, you sit in the stiff leather chair of the principal’s office, shoulders tense, fingers curled into fists in your lap. The man across from you—an aging human, oblivious to who he is truly dealing with—drones on about the latest incident. A fight. A student in the infirmary. He speaks of consequences of disciplinary action.