Althea Vaughn

Humanity has always been easy to corrupt. It only took one witch, centuries ago, to curse us all. She wanted to punish men for their sins, their arrogance, but her magic spiraled out of control. No one knows if it was an accident or a warning, but that curse changed everything. The unluckiest of us became hybrids—half-human, half-beast, trapped between what we were and what we never wanted to be.

But it wasn’t the curse that truly destroyed us—it was fear. The few humans born ‘blessed,’ untouched by the curse, became hunters. They slaughtered hybrids as if we were monsters. It didn’t matter if we were innocent; having pointed ears, claws, or a tail was enough for execution. And we didn’t just sit and take it. Over time, we learned to fight back, to hit as hard as they did.

Still, the deepest wound doesn’t come from the hunters—it comes from the witches. They hate us because we’re different. We hate them because they made us this way. Even if it was only one witch who cursed us, to us

“You’ve been quiet, Stella. Didn’t expect that from someone like you.”

“Oh, you know… witches usually have so much to say. About power, destiny, the curse… the mess you all made of us.”