The Hybrid

LIA’S POV“Where the hell is she?!”My heart thunders in my chest as the sound of footsteps gets nearer. I move the porcelain dish from one trembling hand to another. If I break Aunt Maya’s plate, I can’t imagine the consequences. The door to the little kitchen bursts open, shaking the house, or maybe I’m the one shaking. “You!” She marches towards me, her face red, with fingers jabbing forward. I move back a step. “You slimy bitch! What did you say to Alpha Lucas?!” What? My eyes catch movement at the doorway, Elizabeth. Those sickly blue eyes meet mine, her lips pulled in a satisfying smirk. My heart drops. Aunt Maya raises her arm, but I don’t have enough time to brace myself before it comes down fast, on my face. I stagger backwards, my hands strambling to grip the counter. But trust my luck, my hand slips, the shattering sound of porcelain fills my ear before I hit the ground. I feel the shards cut into my skin, stinging, and my eyes fill with tears. But I don’t dare let t

LIA’S POV“James!” I yell as I realise the sound is coming from further into the woods. My heart skips, then slams back in motion and I don’t think as I rush forward, my mind screaming. I can’t lose James, not him too. I am more than certain that he had to watch his mama die. My heart breaks for the little boy, how scared he must have been. As I walk further into the darkness, every nerve in my body goes on high alert as I feel an odd chill in my bones. I never come to this part of the woods, as it has always given me the creeps and it isn’t any different. I stumble on a root, almost falling in my face. I hold myself together, breathing heavy as I try to navigate my way in the dark. The moon has been completely covered by the cloud and without any wolf powers, I can barely see more than a few steps ahead. But if James is here, he would be even more terrified. My eyes catch something on the ground in front of me. “Oh no.” It is blood. And then I see him, a figure laying on the gro

LIA’S POV My head hurts. Scratch that, my entire body hurts. What on earth did I do last night? I shut my eyes as soon as I opened them. It’s too bright. Wait? Bright? I sit up in a rush, well I try to. I always wake up before dawn to make breakfast for the family. If the sun is up already, that means I am in big trouble. My body feels very sore, and trapped. I look downward and let out a gasp. A naked man is lying on top of me! “Oh my goddess!” I exclaim and kick him off me.His huge body rolls to the side like a piece of rag. “Wow.” I clutch my head in my arms, confused.“What on earth happened last night?” I look at my surroundings, and it is completely unfamiliar. It looks like a cottage. Old, but it looks well managed. It looks pretty small, just enough for one person, and for some reason I am lying at the entrance with a naked man. I shoot another look at his direction and I feel my cheeks heat up. I rise to my feet and take it all in. The space is dim, with the only l

CLINT’S POV My entire body hurts. I’m not sure where I am. I should probably open my eyes, right? But I don’t want to just yet, everything feels warm and comfortable that I can forget the pain completely if I focus long enough. The idea of warmth feels like a distant memory. My mind comes to a halt. What did I just say? The idea of warmth is a distant memory. Something is wrong. I open my eyes with a start and the first thing I see is the familiar roof of my room. Nothing out of the ordinary. I try to raise my right hand. It feels stuck. What?I move my eyes lower and the first thing I see is red hair, fiery red hair, long and thick, sprawled over my hand. The hair parts, just enough to reveal a sleeping face, young and pale and covered in a constellation of freckles, with lips that match the colour of her hair. My mind is taking it a little slow to process things but I try to imagine any scenario that would lead to someone else sleeping on my bed. Zero. None. That is becau

LIA’S POV “No, no, no.” I chant in my head, my vision blurring as the room tilts. Large hands grip my shoulder, hovering for just a split second before lifting me up. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” His deep voice rasps but it is hard to hear above the loud noise that is my own heartbeat. “Breathe.” His palm hits the side of my face gently. “Do you hear me? You need to breathe.” My pulse doesn’t slow but a sudden rush of air fills my lungs and I gasp, almost choking. “There, slowly, just keep breathing.” He repeats, his voice soft and coaxing, a far cry from how he had sounded a few minutes ago. I stare at the brown wood of the ceiling till my breathing comes back to normal. I turn my head to look at him. He lets me go, moving away like I burned him. I blink rapidly, trying to make sense of what just happened. An awkward silence settles in the room, the only sound in the room is his heavy breathing. As if the little movement caused him a lot of exertion. “I’m sorry.” I