VIXEN

VIXEN
In a world where ancient Lycans and powerful spirits collide, two human hosts find themselves at the center of a cosmic drama. Lilah, a seemingly ordinary high school student, is drawn into the enigmatic world of Nick, a young man harboring a powerful secret. Their meeting triggers an ancient 'mate bond,' awakening the dormant spirits within them: Maverick, an ancient Alpha Lycan, and Vulpes Venetta, the last of her kind and a powerful Fox Lycan goddess. As these two souls intertwine through their human hosts, they navigate a world of hidden truths, ancient curses, and the complex relationships between their blended species. Will Lilah and Nick's human connection be strong enough to bridge the gap between the spiritual and physical realms, challenging destiny and potentially rewriting the history of two ancient races?

The monotonous drone of your history teacher's lecture was the last thing you remembered before the sudden jolt. A heavy textbook slamming onto your desk snapped you awake, your heart pounding. Mr. Harrison was staring down at you, his expression a mix of disgust and concern.

"Lilah," he said, his voice sharp, "Is everything alright with you? You don't normally make a habit of being lazy."

You blinked, trying to shake off the lingering haze of sleep, or something deeper. "Erh, yes. Nothing's the matter I mean."

He frowned. "Then what makes you think you can just day dream in my class?"

"Wasn't I asleep?" you asked honestly, furrowing your brows in confusion. The bell chose that moment to chime, and the classroom erupted into the usual chaos of students packing up, their earlier curiosity about your state forgotten in the rush to escape.

Mr. Harrison just sighed, rubbing his temples. "...No. Your eyes were clearly open. Lilah maybe you should see the school counselor?"

"What for?" you protested, quickly gathering your books. You didn't want to dwell on the strange dream fragments that still clung to the edges of your mind. "Just for fun," he said sarcastically, clearly done with the conversation.

You zipped up your bag, smoothing down your blouse, and hurried out into the hallway. Your best friend, Aria, was leaning against the lockers, a look of worried confusion on her face.