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“He had pulled stunts like that before. He mostly had me do things for him because I'm a hybrid." I took a sharp breath… my mouth was agape, continually staying that way. Hybrids were not purebreds; they were half-breeds or mixed breeds, and finding hybrids was quite a rarity. But just like the omegas or a pack member whose shift came later than usual, they are viewed as the underdogs. They are treated poorly and subjected to various forms of abuse.

As Carlos were about to mount on his horse, an arrow was hurled in his direction and he was swift to duck. We looked in the direction at which it was thrown and we were shocked to see three huge men with a cross mark on their forehead. We knew they were hybrids because that mark was an identification for them. They were hefty, muscular and as tall as giants. Their faces were scary and they looked aggressive as their teeth jolted out in their mouth. We knew these hybrids were part werewolves, part vampires. They are known for their strength and desire for power. They never had businesses with werewolves and Lycans but I wondered why these ones in particular were trying to attack us.

I blinked my eyes and looked away from his face, finally finding someone who understands my pains. Because we were both broken. “We met in the past, I was five. I came to your pack with my mother. If you think the current Luna is my mother, Vivian isn’t and Blair is my stepsister. She’s my stepmother. My mother was Maya, she was a witch...” I wrapped my hands over my body, I have never told anyone about this. “I’m a hybrid Jamal.”

"I know. Hold on, you would have to hold on a little longer too, please don't shut your eyes," I nodded in obedience, trusting him even though I knew he was one of them, I wondered the reason my blood was not affecting him maybe because he was a hybrid. I knew he had the strength and abilities of both vampires and werewolves because I had seen him fight before when he protected me. More vampires emerged from the shadows, Adrian's muscles tensed, and a low growl emitted from his chest. Three more vampires stepped into the clearing, their eyes glowing with hunger and their tongues flicking across their lips. They moved flawlessly, their fangs bared as they advanced. One of them, a tall figure

"It doesn't matter if she is different from us. She's still a girl and she needs protection just like any other female." Nikko was dizzy as he sat down on his stump; the pack had been surprisingly understanding, catching him off guard. Would they truly accept Sage, a hybrid, as one of them? Could this future he have envisioned for him and Sage be a possible reality? "I think it's a good idea," Nikko said. "We need to protect our females no matter what species they are."

I thought as I rubbed my chin. “Uh, will it hurt?” Peering at me, his lip curled slightly as he shook his head. “Not the initial bite but your body will reform itself. Thomas would keep your pain to a minimum and I would be at your side for your first shift,” he said compassionately. “We would become a powerful couple, since female hybrids are rare,” he added with a wink. Emptying my wine flute, I wiggled it before him and asked for a refill. “I'm going to have to be hammered if I do this,” I muttered, causing him to pause mid-pour.

Elias had only glared; the cold stare he gave was more of an answer than any words could ever be. “What is it you want from me? If I remember correctly, I did not want the inclusion of the hybrid law in The Council’s creation; that was you.” “You cannot let them take her away from me,” Elias replied plainly. He skipped over Ife’s jeer. It was true that all those centuries ago, he had proposed the hybrid law. It was after the devastation of the wars, when witches and wolves had joined together to eradicate the vampires. When Elias had looked onto the battlefield and saw the combination of powers, he knew that such a creature should not exist again. At least, until he began collecting.

He shook his head; regret was written all over his face. “I thought it was you,” he looked at Lex. “trying to find her.” “I ignored the email; I wasn’t going to make it easier for you to find her.” Slight attitude in his tone. “A few hundred years ago, there was a power-hungry pack. They were told of the prophecy by a witch that one day there would be a change in power. A hybrid wolf, both witch and werewolf shifter, would become Alpha. It is said that this Alpha would pass on it’s abilities to its pack and alliances.”

I tried to hide my hurt at her reaction. "What are they masters of?" She asked in aggitation. "We are vampire-hybrids, they are the original hybrids that we have evolved from." She stared at me wide eyed. "Okay, so what are vampire-hybrids?" "Vampire-hybrids are part human, vampire, wolf and any other animal that you can imagine. I myself am vampire, lycan (wolf), chameleon and human. The reason you have passed for human all these years is because you don't have that many dominating genes. So far I only know of the vampire and wolf, which both thave human forms. I don't really know what else you are at this point, no one does." I was actually intrigued that the Tribe knows really noth

she continues, her voice steady but strained, "I need you to understand, I didn't want to keep these things from you. I thought it would be better if you didn't know. But now... now I know better." My heart hammers against my ribs. "Okay." She takes another breath, steeling herself. "You come from a line of Originals and Lycans." The words hit me like a physical blow. "What?" "I know it's shocking," she says quickly, reading the disbelief on my face. "But you're not just a hybrid, Eveline. You carry the key to making any human a supernatural." My mind reels. Originals—the first vampires, the ones who can walk in sunlight without consequence. Lycans—werewolves so powerful they're practically