The chosen ( the hybrid)

When I opened my eyes, chaos erupted around me. The fierce struggle between the white wolf and the black wolf—the one that had attacked me—was my only hope. This was my chance to escape, I thought desperately, but the sharp pain on my stomach makes it difficult for me to crawled, i was beaten by the wolf, i could not cry out deep down I was so scared.I crawled, my body stiffening with every movement, the loss of blood making each inch feel like an eternity.“Am I going to survive this?” I cried silently, clutching my bleeding stomach as I inched toward the school building’s entrance. The pain was unbearable, a relentless reminder of my dire situation.“Ahhhhh!” I screamed, the sound echoing in the empty halls as I crawled toward the entrance of the female dormitory. But as I reached the gate, my heart sank; it was locked tight. Panic surged through me. “Somebody help me!” I shouted, banging on the door, but no one answered. I looked down at my stomach, the pain intensifying. I was lo

Ethan's POVEvery time I see Olivia Trevor, my heart races like it’s trying to break free from my ribcage. I’ve always known she was my soulmate, but I’ve never wanted to get close to her. There’s something about her—a simplicity, a lack of polish—that feels out of place in my world. I’ve always been drawn to highly attractive, confident girls. Olivia, with her oversized buggy uniform and quiet demeanor, never fit that mold. But Arden Krayon thinks otherwise. He sees her differently. I’ve caught him staring at her countless times—on the football field, in class, or even as she walks by with Lisa Maxwell. He’s never said it out loud, but I don’t need his words. The way his eyes light up when he sees her says everything. And it drives me insane. I’m her soulmate. Not him. But jealousy isn’t enough to explain the tension between us. Lisa often talks about how Olivia might have feelings for Arden, and hearing it just adds fuel to the fire burning inside me. I can’t let him have

I couldn't hide the pain clawing at my chest, a suffocating weight that left me gasping for air. Ethan’s unreadable gaze lingered on me, piercing through whatever fragile mask I had left. His silence wasn’t just dismissive—it was condemning. It made me feel smaller, more ashamed of myself than I’d ever thought possible. Shame burned in my cheeks, but I couldn’t summon the courage to look away from him. I slumped into the empty chair at the back of the classroom as the world around me blurred. My mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of what had just happened. It didn’t make sense. Arden had said he loved me. He’d said it back at the clinic, and even Ethan, the ever-watchful observer, had confirmed it. So why—why did he treat me like I was nothing? Like I was disposable. A speck of dust he could brush off his shoulder.Ethan walked past me, shaking his head in disappointment, his expression unreadable but heavy with judgment. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. That

“Arden, stop!” The female students screamed my name, their voices echoing in the classroom. But none of them dared to step forward. They just stood there, frozen, terrified as I landed blow after blow on Collins’ face. His lip was split, blood dripping onto his collar, and his left eye was already swelling. I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop. My fists kept moving, fueled by a rage I didn’t even recognize in myself. “Arden! What are you doing?” Michael’s voice cut through the chaos as he grabbed me by the shoulders and yanked me away from Collins. Collins slumped to the floor, groaning, his hands clutching his face. The room fell silent except for his labored breathing. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Michael demanded, his grip on my shirt firm as he forced me to face him. “You nearly killed him!” “He deserved it,” I spat, my chest heaving. “Because he mentioned Olivia?” Caleb chimed in, his voice tinged with disbelief. “You beat him up over a stupid comment about seeing her

Olivia’s POVThe woods were endless, their shadows stretching like fingers ready to pull me into the earth. My breath came in gasps as I stumbled through the dense trees, the crunch of leaves beneath my feet muffling the sound of my heartbeat drumming in my ears. The air was thick, suffocating, and the faint light peeking through the canopy above offered no sense of direction. And then I saw him. A figure in the distance—Arden. "Arden!" I called, my voice cracking with desperation. "Help me! I’m stuck! I don’t know which way to go!" But the more I ran toward him, the farther he seemed to be. The forest felt alive, its branches swaying not with the wind but with some ominous intent. My legs burned as I pushed myself harder, but no matter how fast I moved, the distance between us only grew. "Save me, please!" I cried, stumbling as my foot caught on a root. I fell to my knees, my hands scraping against the rough ground. Tears pricked my eyes as fear clawed at my throat. "Don’t l