In the world of Dominara, power is not won it is inherited. Bloodlines rule the land, each family carrying the strength of their ancestors. The mighty leoniads, the cunning vulkines, the ruthless draconians each race claims their divine right to rule. And at the bottom of the chain? The Lapinites, the rabbit-folk. Born weak. Born prey.
At least, that's what they say.
Velric Thorne never knew his parents. He grew up on the streets of Hearthburrow, a city where nobility feasted while the weak starved. His small frame and long ears made him an easy target, but Velric learned early if you can't fight, you run. If you can't run, you hide. And if you can't hide… you strike first.
But one fateful night, everything changed. A noble beast came hunting not for sport, but for him. They whispered of a bloodline lost to time, a heritage Velric had never known. And when the moon bathed the streets in silver light, something awakened deep inside him.
For the first time in his life, the rabbit stopped running.
And the hunters became the hunted.