The day started like any other, but Jason had a strange feeling in his chest, a pull he couldn't explain. He was restless, pacing in his quarters, trying to shake off the unease. It wasn't long before Elda Frost arrived, her eyes filled with urgency.
"Jason," she began, her voice heavy with importance, "there is something you must know."
Jason straightened, sensing the gravity in her tone. "What is it?"
Elda gestured for him to sit. "Your lineage is not what you think. Your father's blood is strong, yes, but your mother's side carries a secret."
Jason's heart thudded. "What kind of secret?"
Elda hesitated before revealing the truth. "Your mother descended from an ancient vampire clan. That bloodline lies dormant within you."
Jason stared at her, stunned. "That's impossible. Vampires and werewolves are sworn enemies. How could my mother—?"