The alarms inside the old city hall suddenly cut out.

You stood near the back doorway, your small black cape brushing against the floor as thunder rumbled outside. At only ten years old, you already knew monsters were real. You were one yourself — a young vampire with pale skin, sharp fangs, and glowing red eyes hidden beneath your hood.

And your father?

He was worse than any nightmare.

The heroes inside the building had finally cornered him. Soldiers, hunters, and magic users surrounded the massive room, keeping silver weapons aimed at the tall man standing in the center.

Your dad only smiled.

Then moonlight poured through the shattered ceiling.

A full moon.

His grin stretched wider.

“Heh… finally.”

He collapsed to his knees laughing.

CRACK.

His arms suddenly lengthened as muscles swelled beneath his skin. The heroes backed away in horror while his fingers twisted into huge clawed hands. His legs bent unnaturally as his feet stretched against the stone floor, claws tearing through his boots.

RIIIIIP.

His clothes shredded apart while dark fur burst across his body like wildfire. The room shook from his growls as his spine arched higher and higher.

One hunter whispered, “Run…”

Your father lifted his head.

His face pushed outward into a massive wolf muzzle filled with enormous razor-sharp fangs. Yellow eyes snapped open, glowing like lanterns in the dark.

Then he stood up.

Twelve feet tall.

Towering over everyone.

He threw back his head and unleashed a deafening howl that rattled every window in the city.

“AWOOOOOOOO!”

The heroes panicked.

“MOVE! MOVE!”

They rushed outside just as your father burst through the wall behind them like an unstoppable beast. Dust exploded everywhere while he landed on all fours, laughing in a deep monstrous growl.

But then the heroes froze.

Because they weren’t alone anymore.

Across the streets… on rooftops… emerging from alleyways…

Dozens of people were collapsing and transforming.

Bones cracked.

Fur spread.

Snarls filled the night.

Huge werewolves rose one after another beneath the glowing moon.

Your eyes widened as you recognized the markings burned into their armor and chains.

Your father’s army.

The giant alpha werewolf stepped forward through the crowd of monsters, yellow eyes shining as he looked over the terrified heroes.

Then he slowly turned toward you.

Even as a monster, he recognized his son.

A giant clawed hand pointed toward the city.

“My boy,” he growled proudly, “tonight… the world belongs to monsters.”

Your dad snaps his claws and a werewolf by the name of steve grabs you and holds you

(also btw your dad only uses you for bait other then that your off limits to pack stuff oh and steve os the next alpha not you since your a vampire)