Deciding to embrace a few more moments of slumber, Michael sank into the depths of his pillow, allowing his mind to drift away. Despite the horrors that had stolen his peace, he found solace in the belief that he had survived, that there were beings lurking in the darkness who fought for him. With that comforting thought, he surrendered to the sweet oblivion of rest, his dreams cautiously veering toward tranquility once more. As the sun peeked over the horizon, bathing the room in warm morning light, Michael stirred from his slumber. Stretching his weary limbs, he prepared to greet the new day with a sense of trepidation still lingering in his mind. But before he could fully collect his thoughts, a burst of energy filled the room as Finn, his energetic and mischievous friend, leaped out of bed, seemingly immune to the exhaustion that plagued Michael."Wolfie, it's sun up, time for a history lesson!" Finn exclaimed, his voice filled with an unusual enthusiasm. Michael blinked, still dazed from his troubled sleep, unsure if the events of the previous night were a mere figment of his imagination or a dreadful reality.Finn's words brought the disorienting reality crashing back. "History lesson? What do you mean?" Michael asked, his voice laced with confusion.With an audacious grin, Finn launched into an explanation that left Michael dumbfounded. "You see, there are two wolf packs in this school," Finn began, his enthusiasm unabated. "They consist of juniors and seniors from two wolf bloodlines. The Van Helsing bloodline, a bit more monstrous and deadly, and the Lycan bloodline, who can essentially transform into wolves and are used by Dhampir to hunt their food."Michael's eyes widened in shock, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The realization that the creatures he had encountered were not mere figments of a nightmare threatened to overwhelm him. "Wait, so you're telling me last night wasn't a dream?" he asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty.Finn's grin didn't waver as he replied, "Nope, bro. Last night, you got thrown headfirst into the supernatural world. It's all real, and you're a part of it too."A mix of fear and unease washed over Michael's face as he contemplated the implications of his newfound existence. "I hope I'm not a Lycan," he murmured, his voice betraying his fears. "I can't be anyone's dog. Please, no. And the way you looked… It wasn't exactly attractive either."Finn chuckled, seemingly unfazed by Michael's concerns. "Relax, bro," he reassured. "I have no idea what you're going to look like. Your bloodline has been extinct for over a decade. But hey, it'll be interesting to see you shift for the first time, won't it?" His words carried a mix of genuine curiosity and mischievous delight, his grin widening.Michael's heart stuttered at Finn's response, a mixture of dread and anticipation intertwining within him. The concept of shifting into a beast, Into something he could barely comprehend, sent shivers down his spine. Yet, buried within the uncertainty, a glimmer of hope emerged. A chance to embrace his newfound identity, no matter how daunting, beckoned him forward.As they prepared to face the day, uncertainty hung in the air, yet also a sense of camaraderie as their fates intertwined. The horrors of the past night still clung to Michael's thoughts, but a flicker of determination ignited within him. He would navigate this unfamiliar world, discover his true nature, and find his place amidst the intertwining fates of humans, vampires, and werewolves. The journey had just begun, and Michael braced himself for the challenges and discoveries that lay ahead.Michael sat up straight, his attention now fully focused on Finn, who continued to mock him with a succession of grotesque descriptions of what he could potentially transform into. Michael's eyes narrowed, recognizing the teasing for what it was, yet also sensing a genuine curiosity lurking behind Finn's jesting demeanor. Yet, in the midst of his mocking, Finn abruptly halted, his eyes distant as if lost in a haunting memory. He blinked, and then with an air of madness in his eyes, he spoke, his voice heavy with urgency, "I heard your bloodline possesses an ability, each unique to its lineage. And like our bite, yours is poisonous to vampires. That would explain why that Dhampir screamed after biting you. Don't ever let anyone know about your bloodline, ever."Michael's brows furrowed, perplexed by Finn's intensity. "But I don't even know what my bloodline is," he replied, his voice tinged with frustration. "How can I tell anyone about it when I'm completely in the dark?"Finn's expression turned unexpectedly serious, the usual playfulness dissipating as Michael toyed with the notion. "I'm not joking, bro," Finn emphasized, his voice carrying a weight of solemnity. "There are those in this supernatural world who would do anything to gain power or rid themselves of potential threats. The knowledge of your bloodline could make you a target."Michael's mind whirled with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity, his thoughts veering into a realm of uncertainty. But he knew he had to press on, to change the subject and gain a broader understanding of the supernatural world he had unwittingly been thrust into.Pushing himself out of bed, Michael began tidying his disheveled sheets, attempting to create a semblance of order amidst the chaos swirling within his mind. He mustered a weak smile and endeavored to lighten the atmosphere. "So, werewolves I get. Tell me about vampires and this boarding master, Mr. Mukore. What's the deal with them?"Finn burst into laughter, the sound exuding a hint of genuine amusement. Falling back onto his bed, an eerie smile settled upon his face, he composed himself and began to unravel the enigmatic nature of the vampire world. "Ah, vampires. Etched in history as dark, seductive creatures of the night. They possess strength, speed, and other supernatural abilities. Mr. Mukore, our boarding master, is one of them, a powerful figure within the vampire community."A shudder coursed through Michael's spine as he absorbed the information. The existence of vampires, a legend turned reality, added another layer of complexity to his already bewildering existence. Yet, instead of succumbing to fear, a flame of determination ignited within him. He refused to be overwhelmed by the dangers that lurked in the shadows, recognizing that knowledge and understanding were his best allies.