Hybrid For Five, Please.

1.

October's p.o.v

The facility here isn't the best but they can't let hybrids just roam around the streets.

Everyone in this part of the facility is up for adoption, meaning me, a 13 year old tiger hybrid must be put in a cage by herself.

I'm the only tiger hybrid they can find but the people who buy hybrids as pets arent very fond of me.

The only people allowed to buy us, simply are the famous and the rich because we all cost so damn much.

People don't think we can transform into our animal part but we can, everyone does it at night when the guards go home.

I sat there on my bed, a dog bed.

We're treated like animals here and one time they tried feeding me steak. I have a human side that doesn't like steak and they feed me steak. wow.

The metal doors screech against the cement floors as they open and 6 sets of feet walk in.

Hybrids go to their cage doors being nosy as usual, but this time I follow and see 5 boys walking down with the chief of the facility.

He's the only worker here who is actually nice to me, though he doesn't like any of the other hybrids but me.

"Hi girl," He coo's when he sees me at my cage door.

I purr and rub against the cage letting him know it's okay to pet me.

All hybrids change into their forms during any time of the day so It was my time.

He rubs behind my ear and starts talking to the boys.

"This girl right here is one of best trained hybrids in this damn place, she actually listens," He laughed it echoing through the room making the hybrids hiss or bark at me.

"What's her name?" A blonde headed lad asks.

"October, She's the only tiger hybrid we've found, ever."

"Hii," A Brunette colored haired guy says all giggly.

"Hii," I whisper back, their faces going shocked.

"S'cute," A curly headed boy states.

"So see anyone you like?" Chief asks and they all nod.

"Alright lets go get some paper work done," He says walking back down the rows of hybrids and out the door.

"It's always the tiger they're attracted too, why can't it be me," Percilla, a cat hybrid shrieks.

"Percilla, You've been picked and brought back here 20 times, I don't want to you hear talk shit about October," Duce, a dog hybrid barks viciously his german shepherd taking full position over him.

"Thank you, duce," I smile. My human feelings for him grow even more than before as I wrap my tail around my waist.