53. Hit

I ran out of the room, with panic flooded in my chest. Although my step mom and siblings didn’t notice this because my mask tonight was something that shouldn’t be seen. As my stiletto stepped outside on the ground, the wind blew through my short hair instantly.

Hybrid?

I propounded.

What did she mean by that?

I had read books about them and they weren’t common at all. In all of werewolves’ history, only one in a thousand could ever be a hybrid and it was rare. Hybrids were so powerful. It was really hard to defeat one. They were fearless, like amazons. But that’s definitely how someone would describe me to be like.

“Had a problem with the party?” My chest heaved up in panic once more. My eyes slowly turned to see who it was but I could only see the person’s silhouette. Since it was night, the figure wasn’t clear. But there was one thing I could never forget. The scent. That exact