The Hybrid's Hope
he asks, not so subtly pushing his daughters behind him as he gets into a crouch, ready to leap and shift if I attack again.
I look at the girls. The cross of the black panther and the black wolf worked better for them, at least in human form. They’re beautiful with long silky black hair and grey eyes.
“My mate is a hybrid, just like your daughters. Her mother was one of the breeders in the laboratory where you were held and your daughters were born. We found her half-sisters. While you aren’t related to my mate, you are related to her half-sisters, who also happen to be triplets.”