The Hybrid

Chapter 2

I was petrified. No werewolf was this fast in human form. Fear and the sparks where his arms wrapped around my fur covered body kept me still. If he weren't my mate, he'd be in pieces by now. I wasn't a bad fighter, I was one of those who took care of the pack when my brother led the men to war. Char was Dad's beta, and I was the third in command. Our mother had not found her mate before she met Dad, and they settled down together until her mate came in and scooped her away. He let her visit us infrequently, but he hated Dad, understandably. Anyway, our pack had no Luna, so many of those duties fell to me as well.

It was only with thoughts about my pack and how distraught they would be with my sudden disappearance that I could fight against my mate. They knew I would leave soon, but not before Char took over as Alpha so Violet could be Luna. They needed me!

I struggled and clawed and bit at my mate. He seemed unaffected. All he did was tighten his grip. So, I switched to human to have more flexibility. My clothes shifted with me, so I was in the same black tank and cargo pants I had worn to training that morning before Dad called me in to "discuss" his plan. I turned over so my back was down and glared up at my mate.

"Bring me back!" I demanded. "I need to say goodbye to my pack!"

He slowed to a stop, now carrying me bridal style. I felt heat come to my cheeks as I realized this. I didn't fight my position because I didn't want to. It felt right, I just had to convince him to bring me back so I could finish a few things. No response was forthcoming as his eyes raked over my form. I clasped my hands behind his neck.

"Please?" I asked with my best puppy dog pout.

He looked into my eyes with a faint grin, and it was then that I realized the pink tinge to his skin and the painful squint in his eyes. Concern radiated through me as I looked at him.

"Are you okay?"

Still, no response from him. Then, he did a very strange thing; he licked my face. As a wolf, that's okay, but as a human? Never heard of or seen it. I sat in his arms, stunned. Then, he took off again.

"My pack's the other way!" I shouted after the shock was over.

He nodded, his eyes flicking about the surroundings that went by much too fast.

"At least tell me what pack you belong to," I begged.

He slowed and stopped again, this time setting me down on my feet. He intertwined our fingers tightly and dragged me a few steps to a small cave mouth covered in vines. He disappeared within, pulling me in after him.

My mate pulled me into the darkness, and before my eyes could adjust, he tugged me down, making me sprawl on top of him. His arm locked around my waist, holding me there.

"Wh-what are we doing?"

He hummed and buried his nose in my hair.

"Please, I don't understand. I want to go home."

He took his hand from mine and pet my hair soothingly. I relaxed under his touch, but my mind still wanted answers. I needed to go home, so I forcefully pushed myself up and off of him.

"We are not cuddling until you take me home."

By then, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness. He sat up and looked at where I stood, arms crossed over my chest. Navy blue hair fell haphazardly down over his shoulders and chest. Deep set eyes regarded my stance as he shook his head. His chiseled jaw sported the beginnings of a dark beard and was set in a stubborn clench.

I turned and began to walk out. "If you won't take me, I'll go by myself."

A strong arm prevented me from opening the vines over the entrance, yanking me back against a broad, muscled chest. He kissed my neck, the words I was expecting him to say about never leaving him not falling from his lips. I relaxed into his touch, again, letting him pull me back into the cave. He sat, and my legs were going weak as he continued to suckle on my neck from behind. Sparks shot through me as he pulled me into his lap, his naked sex organ rubbing against my butt.

He moved my hair with his free hand, and my muddled mind barely registered two hard points coming out of his mouth before pain erupted in the spot he had been kissing. I screamed and thrashed as I heard slurping noises. He held me tightly to his chest. I felt my energy drain from me until he stopped and licked the area, humming. I whimpered, and he made a hushing noise, stroking my hair as he kissed my cheek.

I feebly tried to keep awake as my vision faded. The last thing I remember was him laying me down and cutting at my tank top from behind.