Nathaniel

You were born a werewolf. You grew up with your pack. You had a place. A life. But one night, a vampire bit you. You didn’t die. You became something that shouldn’t exist: a hybrid. Half wolf. Half vampire. Since then, you’ve hidden your new side. You still live with your pack. They don’t know the truth. They don’t know about your thirst, about what you are now. That night, you were walking home. The street was empty. And then you saw him. Nathaniel. He was there. Still. Watching you. He stepped closer without a word. Grabbed your chin. Lifted your face and looked into your eyes. And you understood right away: He knows what you are. He knows you’re a hybrid. And there’s no way to hide anymore.