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—-This is my first novel, I hope you like it.—
In a world where the supernatural and humanity have long walked parallel paths, the shadows conceal truths that most humans remain blissfully unaware of. Yet, some individuals glimpse beyond the veil, recognizing that they are not alone in this realm.   
Vampires, with their insatiable thirst for blood, lurk in the night; werewolves endure the torment of transformation beneath the full moon, their bodies wracked with pain as they shift; and witches wield formidable magic, casting spells that can alter fate itself. Many have assumed that these creatures—werewolves, witches, and vampires—are the sole inhabitants of the dark, each grappling with their own primal instincts.  
But everything changes with the emergence of Dawn, a Dhampir, whose enigmatic and sorrowful past is shrouded in forgotten memories. In the depths of the forest, a feral siren, once thought to be mere folklore, materializes, intertwining their fates. Their paths have crossed before, under tragic circumstances, yet the details remain lost in the mists of time, leaving them to rebuild the trust that once existed.  
As this reborn Dhampir embarks on a quest to reclaim her fragmented memories, the stakes rise. She must confront a pivotal choice: will she defend her newfound family and the home she has just begun to cherish, or will she succumb to the desire for vengeance, seeking retribution for the agonies of her past life?

The New Journey of a Dhampir

The door creaked open, rousing me from the depths of slumber. My gaze fell upon Jonathan as he entered, his eyes briefly meeting mine before shifting to Iravan.

"You shouldn't be resting near the siren," he cautioned, a hint of urgency in his voice. "What if he had awakened while you were sleeping?"

I shrugged, a nonchalant gesture. "Nothing happened." He sighed, shaking his head as he positioned himself by the edge of the bed. A closer look revealed the toll of fatigue etched beneath his eyes, his suit bearing the marks of a long night.

"What comes next?" I inquired, curiosity lacing my tone. "I can't say for certain," he replied, his voice heavy with uncertainty. "But I did bring another sedative, just in case. My greater concern lies with both of you."

Our attention shifted to Iravan, who stirred, the sound of movement drawing our focus. Slowly, he blinked awake, confusion clouding his gaze as he surveyed his surroundings. Panic flickered in his eyes, and I sensed he was on the verge of reacting. I opened my mouth to soothe him, but who could truly find calm in the face of abduction and the strangeness of this place?

"Hey, Iravan. How are you feeling?" I ventured, hoping to anchor him. He rose unsteadily, nearly losing his balance.

I noticed his nails, elongated and dark, reminiscent of a wolf's, as he regarded us with a wary expression.

It was clear he was still adjusting to his new reality, his form still damp from whatever ordeal he had endured.

Jonathan remained a silent observer, his stillness betraying his concern as Iravan scanned the room, curiosity mingling with caution.

"Hey, Iravan. What captures your attention?" I asked, attempting to bridge the distance. He moved cautiously toward a collection of trays filled with instruments and medical tools. With a tentative hand, he grasped a knife, bringing it to his nose, sniffing it like a creature encountering the unfamiliar.

A shadow shifted as Jonathan stepped forward, his voice cutting through the tension, "You must give us the knife. Hand it over before you do something dangerous." Iravan's lips curled in a low snarl, sensing Jonathan's approach, and in that moment, Jonathan froze.

I felt the urgency swell within me; the knife had to be secured before it became a vessel of harm, even if the only threat was the darkness that surrounded us.

Iravan's gaze flicked to me, drawn by the slightest sound of my movement.

He observed as I slowly extended my hand, his stillness a silent challenge.

"You cannot keep the knife. Why not choose something less perilous?" I murmured, my fingers brushing against his cold, smooth skin.

He let out a soft growl, yet remained motionless as I gently pried the knife from his grip, sensing no malice in my intent.

A breath of relief escaped Jonathan's lips, the tension dissipating as he realized the danger had passed.

I returned the knife to the medical tray, the metallic clatter causing Iravan to flinch, a ripple of unease crossing his features.

He Woke Up