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Two thousand years ago, in an age when mankind competed fiercely for survival, humanity was divided into four distinct species.

The first were the Lycans—mythical beings who bore the appearance of humans but possessed the ability to transform into ferocious beasts resembling wolves. How ever—this transformation could only occur under the radiant light of a full midnight moon. Their immense strength and untamed rage made them both feared and respected. Some believed the Lycans were the offspring of fallen angels, cursed or blessed with a wild power beyond human understanding.

The second were the Witches—a secretive sect of humans who, for generations, devoted their lives to the forbidden art of necromancy. Their mastery over death and the spirit world earned them the hatred of mankind, including the very communities they once called home. Branded as children of demons, they were feared not just for their appearance, but for their terrifying abilities.

The Witches were infamous for casting plague-spells that could decimate entire villages, draining the lives of the innocent and offering their souls to dark entities in exchange for even greater power. Because of this, humans despised them—so deeply that any Wicca discovered was hunted down and burned alive. Persecuted and driven into hiding, they were forced to practice their dark craft in secret, whispering incantations in the shadows where eyes or ears dared to reach.

The third were the Hunters. These were awakened humans who had gained slightly enhanced strength and speed compared to the average person. However, their physical abilities were still nowhere near those of the Lycans. Aware of this gap, the Hunters turned to knowledge, mastering various weapons, strategies, and combat techniques. They devoted their entire lives to hunting down Lycans, viewing them as a dire threat to humanity.

"Fourthly, there were the humans, who, unlike the others, possessed no supernatural abilities or extraordinary strength. However, this did not render them weak. Instead, driven by their will to survive and thrive in a world filled with formidable foes, they leveraged their intelligence and resilience to accumulate immense knowledge. This pursuit of knowledge enabled them to craft countless tools and innovations that would ultimately shape the world as we know it today."

But all of this was just the tip of the iceberg—everything was about to change.

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"How dare you! He is an imposter—he should be hang to death!"

"Have you forgotten how the humans hated people like us?"

"Have you forgotten how they killed our kind without a second thought?"

"Have you forgotten how they murdered your mother?"

Voices rose in unison as fingers pointed accusingly at Drake wayne.

He stood there with his head bowed, silently enduring the bitter words hurled at him by his own coven.

Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the chaos like a blade through silk.

"Silence....

The leader of the Witche Coven had spoken. At the sound of her commanding voice, all the witches immediately fell silent.

She stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Drake.

"Drake, you have broken the sacred vows of our kind by impregnating a mere human. For this betrayal, you are hereby banished from our coven. You shall never return."

Just as the leader of the Wicht Coven declared Drake banished, the witches stepped forward with their fingers outstretched, pointing at him in silent accusation—as though their very gestures Was to strip him of his identity.

"Go... go... go..."

The chant grew louder, rhythmically echoing through the shadows.

"You have broken the sacred vows of our kind," the leader intoned coldly.

"You are no longer one of us."

"Go... go..."

The voices swelled, eyes burning with betrayal.

"Never return..."

Their words struck like a curse as they cast him out, severing him from the only family he had ever known.

Drake is a 20-years-old witche who had broken the most sacred law of his kind: never to have any relationship with human's. The witches despised humans—for centuries, they had hunted and killed their kind without mercy. To the coven, humans were monsters in disguise.

But Drake believed differently. He had seen something in one of them the others refused to acknowledge. Not all humans were the same.

He had fallen in love with one—a gentle, kind-hearted woman named Lisa Janes. And not only had he given her his heart… he had gotten her pregnant.

When the coven discovered his shameful secret, they were furious. To them, his love was a betrayal, his unborn child a stain on their bloodline.

Drake ran furiously toward the nearby village where Lisa lived. By the time he arrived, he was completely breathless from how fast he had sprinted.

"What's wrong, Drake?" Lisa asked, alarmed by the way he barged in like he was being chased.

Drake didn't wait to catch his breath before speaking.

"Lisa, we have to go. Now."

"What? Go where? What's wrong?" Lisa asked, clearly frightened by how panicked he was.

"My coven found out about us. I don't know how, but they kicked me out—and they know you're pregnant."

"They think this unborn child is the cause of all witchkind's doom."

"That's not true! My unborn child is not a curse!" Lisa cried, her voice trembling as a worried frown spread across her face.

"We need to leave before nightfall," Drake said urgently. He held Lisa's shoulders firmly, staring into her crystal-clear blue eyes. "The witches will be looking for you."

"Run away with me," he whispered. "Let's go far away from here—somewhere they'll never find us."