The Princesses Pet

Chapter 1

Wes' P.O.V.

I ran down the dark street. I had my hair positioned perfectly to hide my ears and my old, beat up collar was hidden. I ran around the corner. Like usual, I was running from the hybrid catcher. Yes, I’m a hybrid. A cat hybrid. I was born like it. There are a lot of hybrids around. I remember when I was able to roam the streets freely. That all ended three years ago when King Edward stepped into the picture. I was eleven then. Now they have hybrid catchers, trying to put us into cages. Now, I don't have an owner so I technically shouldn't be out on the streets, but where else was I supposed to go?

 "Oye! Where’s your owner?!" I heard a harsh, Irish accent yelled.

I looked over and saw a hybrid catcher coming towards me. I gulped.

"O-owner sir?" I choked out.

"Hybrids aren't allowed out without their owners! Now, where is your owner?!" The hybrid catcher yelled, angrier growing in his voice.

"W-Wes don't have an o-owner."

The hybrid catcher rolled his eyes. He walked over to me. He grabbed my neck forcefully and moved the hair away from my cat ears. He growled before throwing me on the ground. I hit the concrete with a hard thud. I winced at the pain. The hybrid catcher started kicking me with all his might. I could tell that he was wearing steel toed boots.

"You filthy hybrid!" The hybrid catcher spat at me.

Tears flowed from my eyes. I whimpered loudly with every piercing jab. Finally the hybrid catcher stopped. He mumbled something under his breath then left. I let out a weak meow. I got up slowly then ran to the local garden. I looked around. I saw a large bush and hid behind it. Tears continued to roll down my face. Everything hurt. I felt so sore. I didn't like it at all.

Lou's P.O.V.

I snuck out of the castle. I needed some time away. Time away from my father, my little sister, everything. I walked down the empty streets. The streets lights gave off a little bit of light. Overall, it was a beautiful beginning to April. I had somehow made my way to the local garden. I always loved the garden. I used to go all the time with my mother before she passed away. I still go every once in awhile to relive the memories. I walked through the garden slowly. I took in everything. My favorite part has always been the roses. They were my mother's favorite flower. As I passed a bush, I heard whining and sobs that sounded like they were coming from a kitten. I looked behind the push and gasped. There was a cat hybrid curled up into a tight ball behind the bush. She had white cat ears resting above her black hair. She was beaten, I could tell. It broke my heart. I never liked how hybrids were treated these days. They’re treated horribly. I stared at the poor kitten. She looked so hurt and she was shaking violently.

"Hello there." I spoke sweetly. The hybrid looked up and whimpered. "I'm Lou. What's your name?"

"Please don't hurt Wes. Wes didn't mean to be out without owner. Wes have no owner." The hybrid squeaked out in fear.

"Sweetie who's Wes?"

She pulled out a collar that was around her neck. She pointed at the tag. I bent down to look at the tag. It read 'Wes Jane Boxer. Cat Hybrid. 14 years old. April 29.' So she's Wes. She's also two years younger than me. She seems small for her age though. I felt so bad for her. She looked so beat up. I sighed heavily. I picked Wes up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and stuffed her face into my neck. She clung onto me like she would fall if she didn't. It was adorable. I headed back to the castle. When we arrived, I went upstairs quickly. Thankfully, nobody saw us. I went into my bedroom and closed the door. Wes ran to the corner of the room once I set her down. She was shaking again like she was scared of me. I frowned. I went over to her and bent down.

"Wes what's wrong?" I asked.

"Are you going to hurt Wes because everyone else does?" Wes whispered.

I frowned and pulled Wes into a hug. She tensed up at first but then melted into my arms. How could anyone hurt this cute little kitten? It just seems horrible. We went over to the bed and sat down. Wes leaned into me and cried. I felt so bad for her.

"Baby don't cry please. It's going to be alright." I said. "How about we go get you something to eat, yeah?"

Wes nodded, a slight smile slipping onto her face. I stood up. Wes held her arms out, signaling me to pick her up. I laughed softly then picked her up. I decided to go to the small kitchen that was on the same floor as my room. I didn't want to go to the main kitchen, afraid that someone might spot us. When we got to the kitchen, I set Wes down in a chair at the table. I gave her a glass of apple juice. She smiled at me. I returned the gesture then went to make a sandwich for Wes. After about a minute, I heard something that sounded like a glass falling over. I turned around and saw that Wes had spilled her apple juice. She was shaking and crying again. Her ears had drooped down.

"Please no hurt Wes. Wes didn't mean it. Wes sorry. Very very sorry." Wes whimpered.

All I could do was pull her into a tight hug. She was so innocent. I couldn't bare it.

"Wes I would never hurt you and I won't let anyone else hurt you either." I told her.

"You p-promise?" Wes cried.

"I promise."

I pulled away from Wes. I wiped some tears from under her eyes than gave her the sandwich. She muttered a small 'thank you' before eating. She looked so cute. I couldn't help but stare.

***

Wes and I sat on my bed. I gave Wes some clean clothes, which were way too big on her because they were mine. But it was cute though. We've been talking for awhile, mostly so I could get to know Wes better. I was about to ask her about her family but there was a knock at the door. I panicked.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's Jenna." My eleven year old sister said from behind the door.

I gulped. I had Wes hide under the bed. Once she was out of sight, I let Jenna in. She smiled widely.

"Hey Lou." Jenna greeted.

She looked around the room. She sniffed around then raised an eyebrow. She started searching the room.

"Jenna what are you doing?" I questioned nervously.

"I smell something." Jenna said.

I bit my lip as my little sister bent down to look under the bed. I saw a smile crawl onto her face.

"Hello there." Jenna said. She looked up at me. "Who's this?"

"Wes." I explained.

"A cat hybrid huh? Father's not going to like this at all."

"She's just a cat Jenna! I'm going to get rid of her soon anyway!"

Of course I was lying about Wes. I would never give up my little kitten. She's mine now. And she's not just a cat either. She's family now. Jenna just rolled her eyes then skipped out of the room. I shut the door and locked it. I turned around to see that Wes was already out from under the bed. I grinned but it slowly faded away. Wes' face was covered in hurt. She had tears forming at the bottom of her eyes as well. I frowned.

"Is that all Wes to you?" Wes whispered.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"Is Wes just a stupid cat to you?! Is that it?!"

Before I could explain, Wes ran into the bathroom. Well great job Lou. You messed everything up already.