Adam didn't sleep.
He couldn't.
Every second felt… amplified.
The darkness wasn't empty anymore.
It was alive.
Watching.
Waiting.
His body burned—not like pain, but like pressure. Like something inside him was growing… stretching… demanding.
By morning, the rain had stopped.
But the storm inside him hadn't.
He stood in front of the mirror again.
Same face.
Same body.
But not the same person.
Thin silver lines pulsed faintly beneath his skin.
His eyes flickered—amber… then normal… then something deeper.
Predatory.
"What did you turn me into…?" he whispered.
No answer.
Only the sound of a heartbeat.
Not his.
Someone outside.
Adam froze.
He could feel it.
Every beat.
Every pulse.
It pulled at him.
Like gravity.
Like hunger.
He staggered back.
"No…"
At the hospital, everything was worse.
The smell hit him first.
Blood.
Everywhere.
Inside patients.
Inside IV bags.
Inside—
Food.
His breathing became unstable.
Doctors passed him.
Talking.
Laughing.
Alive.
Too alive.
Adam clenched his fists.
Control it.
The words echoed in his head.
Don't feed.
He moved faster through the halls, trying to ignore it.
Trying to stay human.
Then—
It happened.
A nurse cut her finger.
Just a small cut.
Barely anything.
But to Adam—
It was everything.
The scent hit him like a shockwave.
Warm.
Rich.
Irresistible.
His vision darkened at the edges.
His body moved—
Without permission.
One step.
Then another.
Closer.
Closer—
"Adam?"
He froze.
The nurse looked at him, confused.
"You okay?"
His hands were shaking.
His breath uneven.
His eyes—
Locked on the blood.
"…I'm fine."
He turned.
Walked away.
Fast.
Too fast.
He locked himself in a storage room.
Heart racing.
Teeth clenched.
"What is happening to me…"
Silence.
Then—
A whisper.
Not outside.
Inside his head.
You're starving.
Adam's eyes widened.
"No…"
You felt it.
"No!"
You wanted it.
He slammed his fist into the wall.
"SHUT UP!"
Silence returned.
But the hunger didn't leave.
Night came.
And with it—
Something else.
Adam stepped outside.
He didn't remember deciding to.
The city felt different now.
Darker.
Deeper.
Like something beneath the surface was waking up.
Then—
A voice.
"You survived."
Adam turned.
A man stood in the shadows.
Still.
Calm.
Watching.
"You shouldn't have," the man continued.
Adam clenched his fists. "Who are you?"
The man stepped forward.
Moonlight touched his face.
Old.
Cold.
Not human.
"You carry something rare," he said.
"Something broken."
Adam's voice hardened. "Start explaining."
A faint smile.
"Three bloodlines… forced into one body."
Adam froze.
"What?"
"Vampire."
A step closer.
"Wolf."
Another.
"And something older than both."
The air felt heavier.
"They will come for you," the man said.
"The Organization."
Adam's jaw tightened.
"Let them."
The man's eyes darkened.
"You don't understand yet."
A pause.
"They won't kill you."
Adam frowned.
"Then what?"
The man leaned closer.
And whispered:
"They'll make you wish you were dead."
Silence.
Then—
Adam felt it again.
The hunger.
Stronger.
Sharper.
Hungrier.
His vision shifted.
The man in front of him—
His heartbeat.
So loud.
So clear.
So close.
Adam's breath slowed.
His body leaned forward—
Without permission.
The man didn't move.
"Good," he said softly.
"Now you feel it."
Adam's eyes changed.
Amber—
Then something darker.
"I said…" Adam whispered—
His voice no longer entirely human—
"...I don't know what I am."
A pause.
Then:
"But I know this…"
His lips parted slightly.
Fangs—
Just barely visible.
"I'm hungry."