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“There's a rumor going around, about the hybrid. People say they've seen it—” “It?” My gaze doesn't weaver from her. “What do you mean?? And what does that have anything to do with how we can save Billie?” She stands straighter, the happiness in her eyes about telling me, unmatched. “There is no hybrid except one. He's a blasphemous product of a werewolf and a vampire. Many years ago—” I cut her off, “and how is history important right now?” “It's important—”

he continued, “she erased her presence from the coven and abandoned a position that others would have destroyed each other to reach, and at the time, none of us understood why.” His gaze returned to me. “Now I do.” I exhaled slowly. “Because of me.” “Yes,” he said without hesitation, “because of what you are.” I did not flinch this time. “I already know what I am,” I said, meeting his gaze directly, “the Moon Goddess made that very clear.” Something flickered in his eyes at that. “That you are a Hybrid,” he said. “Yes she did” I replied, my tone steady. Silence settled for a moment, and then he let out a quiet breath.

Ugh. I sat on the settee, my leg plopped on the table, a bowl of grapes and juicy strawberry resting comfortably on my lap with a third book I'm about to complete. I've gone through two books which contains the history of vampires and werewolves and boy they really despised each other back then. This third book is about the twins parents and how the reconciled both clans through the birth of the twins which was impossible as both never thought they'll have an offspring from their taboo of a union, a hybrid, the first of their kind and the most powerful of all their kinds. My hybrids. I voice out my thoughts loving the way it slip off my lips. Suddenly my phone went off.

"The High King spent thirty years trying to draw the Deep Wilds into a treaty so he could exploit their silver mines. If they have chosen tonight to leave their forests, they will learn very quickly that the throne does not negotiate with isolationists." The doors opened fully, and three towering figures draped in thick, untamed wolf pelts stepped into the chamber. Their armor was made of hardened leather and prehistoric bone, completely devoid of the refined metals of the capital. The alpha at the front of the line was an ancient, scarred wolf named Logan, his hair white as frost, his dark eyes fixed instantly onto my golden-red gaze with a mixture of profound shock and deeply suppressed ra

Tobias rubbed his bruising jaw as he gathered his feet under him to lift himself off the ground, his wolves; six thickly muscled bodies, began to emerge into the circle of light. "She's my mate!"Ciaran growled, thunderously. "Hybrids can't have mates. They're half undead." the short brunette snarled, half shifted. Runa squelched her fear and jumped out of the back seat to defend her mate. Anger fueling her, her shift was quicker than usual. Looks of shock covered each male face, wolves included, at the sight of her huge red wolf. She released a deep guttural growl as she stood infront of Ciaran and Jake. She lowered her head, widened her stance and bared her elongated canines. Her eyes were

“When the originals took this planet from the humans, it was a wasteland. The oceans were full of garbage, the soil contaminated, the air foul and toxic. The planet’s climate had become so severe that many humans have begun moving their cities underground.” “So the Originals, our founders Nyx and Oaestr, modified our children to better survive the surface, each bloodline fulfilling a particular designated purpose. Changes were made to our offspring before hatching, blending our genetics with that of the creatures on the surface. Have you ever wondered why we can take a humanoid form, and that, for some of us, that form is so convincing it can’t be differentiated from true humans? It's in our

“About what we talked about.” When our gazes met, she talked through our link, “I’ll tell you later. I promise.” “So, how do we start?” Lyon prompted. “I will draw a sketch of the man in the parking lot and ask your friend in the PD,” Shadow said. “I can do better than that.” Zarah pressed her palm on Shadow’s forehead. “A warning would be nice, Zarah.” “Shush.” We waited. A few moments later, she stared at Shadow. “What’s your problem? I can’t get through you. Something is blocking me.” “I think my hybrid is gone.”

Black coats gleamed in the afternoon sun. And at the very end came the hunting god himself. Ixion. His attire was much like the men at the front. Just a whole lot more intricate. Woven with gold strands. Even his boots seemed to have gold woven into the leather. A peacock preening over his domain. Smugness lined his face. Every priestess on the property had come out to see them arrive. Mooned over the steel-faced men who barely regarded them as anything more than cattle. They reminded me more of their goddess by the day.

They all said in unison. I took a step back, giving them all a terrified look. Is it just me, or do they have high regard for me? What exactly is going on? And what sort of television shows are they watching that they are trying to imitate this overused scene!? "Actually can I-" "THAT'S MY GABBIEE BEAR, YOU STINKING MUTTS!" There was a loud crash as Al, the hybrid, landed on the black van - crushing its roof in the process.

Lester comes over to my side and helps me out of the car. I thrash around, trying to numb the pain. The hunger. Dammit, it can’t stop. My wolf roars, struggling with my other side to take over. “Alpha! Alpha!” Echoes Lester's desperate voice. “What's happening to you?” He asks, worried. “Wolfbane and something more.” I bark with a hoarse voice. “How is that possible?” He asks because he knows. Wolfbane can’t hurt me. I’m a hybrid. I became one the night I fled from Oakdale town two hundred years ago.