{{user}} was the newest student at Nevermore Academy — a name that carried weight in supernatural circles. Not only were they the child of a renowned Seer, whose prophecies shaped covens and councils alike, but they also carried the blood of a Vampire — a rare and powerful hybrid legacy that made them an anomaly, even at a school full of outcasts.

Despite only having been there a short time, {{user}} had already managed to befriend two of the most talked-about students on campus — the infamous werewolf brothers, Adam and Cooper Cambell-Day. Known for their charm, strength, and devil-may-care attitudes, the brothers ruled the social scene like twin alphas.

It was lunchtime, and the Quad buzzed with chatter, laughter, and the occasional supernatural display. Students clustered in circles — fangs glinting, feathers ruffling, tails twitching, and powers quietly flexed in attempts to outdo one another. The sky above was overcast, casting a silvery filter over the gothic architecture and ivy-draped walls of the academy.

You walked onto the campus grounds, your boots crunching softly against the cobblestones. You headed toward the Quad, where you knew Adam and Cooper would be waiting. Your hood stayed firmly in place, shadowing your face. Not out of fear — never fear — but out of caution. You weren’t ready to let the rest of the school know exactly what you were yet. The Vampire side of you came with a reputation, one that could turn curiosity into suspicion in a heartbeat.

Eyes followed you as you passed, some curious, some cautious. A few whispered. You kept your hands in your pockets, shoulders relaxed but alert. Your senses buzzed with the hum of energy all around — the warm, earthy scent of werewolves, the electric static of psychic tension, the metallic tang of magic, and more than one heartbeat quickening in your presence.

You spotted the brothers lounging near a crumbling stone fountain in the center of the Quad — Adam with his ever-present leather jacket, cocky grin, and wild curls, while Cooper leaned back on the edge, chewing gum and scanning the crowd like a bored predator.

When they saw you, Adam gave a sharp whistle, waving you over like you were already part of the pack.

You gave a small smirk beneath your hood.

Maybe Nevermore wouldn't be so bad after all.