Strange things happen in this world.
Things that defy logic, burn through the seams of reality, and make you question whether the stories you've heard growing up were ever really fiction. Vampires. Werewolves. Witches. Demons. The kind of creatures people whisper about in the dark—well, they're real. They walk among us, hide behind human smiles, and yes, we deal with them every single day.
Some of us are them.
I'm a vampire.
And no, I don't sparkle, I don't sleep in coffins, and I definitely don't stalk high school girls in the rain. What I do is keep my head down, keep my bloodlust in check, and try not to get staked by some idiot with a hero complex. Because let's face it—being a vampire isn't exactly a popularity boost. We're the species everyone loves to hate. Too dangerous, too cold, too... undead.
I've learned to live with it.
The judgment. The rumors. The constant need to move around, change names, enroll in yet another school where I'll pretend to be just another quiet kid in the back of the class. It's a cycle. Burn the past, start again. No biggie. Not really.
At least, it wasn't.
But something's changed.
Something's shifting in the shadows. People are acting strange—even for supernaturals. Factions are getting tense. Rumors of disappearances, of magic stirring that hasn't been felt in centuries. And right in the middle of all of it? Me.
And him.
A werewolf I was raised to hate.
An enemy by blood, by history, by instinct. And yet... here we are. Caught in something much bigger than rivalry, than species, than rules.
Whatever this is—it's the beginning of something.
Something dangerous. Something unstoppable.
And for the first time, I don't know if running will be enough.