◇The Hybrid◆

chapter 13

Christopher's POV.

when i wake up, i don't smell the usual pop tart breakfast my kids like so much. 

if they're not eating pop tarts, what are they eating?

i decide to get out of bed and check on them... but no one is in the kitchen. 

my room is downstairs, only a few feet away from the kitchen. so all i have to do in the morning is peek out my door and i would see them smiling and talking. .. but they're not there.

i check the watch on my hand. it's 7:30. they should be eating breakfast right now. Layla usually has a schedule for everything they do in the morning. she wakes up at 7:20, her and conner eat breakfast no later than 7:45, and then they go upstairs and get ready for school. they're always out the door by 8:00. 

i start to walk up the stairs, just checking if maybe they finished breakfast early. .. but i would've smelt it. werewolves have a keen sense of hearing and smelling, whether we want to or not. 

i stalk up the stairs and go to Layla's room first. 

the bed is cleanly made, there's no dirty clothes on the floor, i don't smell her scent from the shower she planned to take earlier this morning. .. if she's not here. then where?

i go down the hall to conner's room. i open the door. it's the same as Layla's. the bed cleanly made, no dirty clothes on the floor, no scent.

..but if they slept here, i would've smelled their scent just by walking into the room.

where are they!?

i sprint down the hallway, down the stairs, out the door, into my car, and down the street. 

i don't care that i'm still in my grey sweat pants, and no shirt. it's how i sleep comforatably, and every guy at the pack house will be wearing something similar.

i drive down the fimiliar dirt road and come to a stop when i reach the spot where all the cars park.

i slam my door shut and march into the house.

there are so many scents hitting me.. but i'm only searching for two. because if Layla went somewhere i can guarentee you that she took conner with her.

i go straight to the Alpha's office. i don't even bother knocking, i just barge straight through the door.

"where are my children!?"

the alpha stops reading the morning paper, and looks up at me with slow eyes. "you obviously know since you came here" he says slowly and calmly.

"which room!?"

"think. slowly and carefully" he saws even slower. "which wolf didn't have a mate when you left?"

i growl. "derek"

i run up the stairs and i pound on derek's door. when no one answers i pound so hard, the door collapses to the floor.

i step in.

the sight i see...

my baby girl..

in his arms.

the sight of her, all cut up. and then him with his prissy arms wrapped around her.

who does he think he's fooling?

no me, that's for sure.

i march over to the bed and yank derek out of it.

derek yelps in pain when i throw him to the floor.

"daddy?" i hear Layla's sweet but alert voice.

i look away from derek to look at my baby girl.

"layla, sweetie" i say. taking my hands offf derek and cupping her cheeks.

"what are you doing here?" she asks.

"when i woke up, you guys were gone. you had not slept there last night, your rooms were completely empty. the first place i thought was to come here, since.." i stop myself. i can't believe i haven't told her yet. i always meant to.. but everytime she came to practice, so confused as to why i was training her. i just couldn't. i couldn't bare the thought of her hating herself because of what she is. i did at first too, but then i found it as a gift.. a weapon. 

"since what?" she asks.

i shake my head. "i'll tell you later. right now i just need to get you and conner home" i say, looking over layla to see conner curled up at the opposite side of the bed. he twitched and rolled around a little. he always one of those kids that moved in their sleep.

layla tries to sit up, but she grimmaces.

"what's wrong?" i ask. i look down at derek and growl loudly, "what did you do to my baby girl!" 

"no, dad. i kind of did it to myself" she says.

"did what?"

she sighs and slowly gets out of the bed. i smell dried blood, and when she gets off the bed, i see small spots of blood on derek's white sheets. she sighs and looks at derek. "i told you i popped a few of them open" she says.

"it's okay. i'll just get new sheets.. and a new shirt" he says and she smiles.

but then her face drops. "did i ruin your shirt?" she asks, trying to turn and see the blood stains on the back of the shirt.

"yeah. but it's fine. like i said, i'll just buy a new one. no big deal"

she smiles again and he smiles. .. does he actually care for her? no. how could he? i know him. he's just going to pretend to like her, use her for sex, then reject her. just like with his last 'girlfriend/mate' Leslie. 

she looks at me with a worried expression. "just prommise not to freak out, okay?" she asks.

i nod, not ready for what i am about to see.

she lifts her shirt for me to see the tons of cuts and bruises, a few of the cuts are even stitched.

i gasp. "oh, honey. what on earth did you do?"

"i-umm.. i fell"

"that looks more like someone pushed you.. or scratched" i growl at derek again.

"no. no, i fell. i was carrying conner while running, and i tripped" 

i look over at conner. he doesn't even have a scratch.

"but if you were carrying him and you both fell, shouldn't he have some cuts too?" i ask.

she shakes her head. "i covered him. i took the fall. the pain would be too much for him to bare" 

"pain?" i ask and look down at derek.

derek nods. "lots of pain"

"who's your pack doctor?" i ask.

"it's Wren. i thought i would never see him again. it was so nice to catch up with him. he told me that he has a girlfriend, Denise. they're perfect for each other. he told me a lot of stories of their first dates and how awkward they werem because they really didn't know each other that well. so he told me a story about how on one of their dates, they played 20 questions. they had almost all of the same answers. they're both doctors and they help out everyone who need medical attention" she rambles on and on about how great Wren is while i try and keep my growling to a minimum,

the only thing i remember about wren, is that he is Jackie's brother. they're blood related. i do not want my children around anyone from their mother's side. and if i can do anything about it.. they won't see wren for the rest of their lives. 

but no matter how much my disliking for wren is.. wren and jackie's older brother.. i can't even bare to saw his name.

i don't say hate a lot. but if i were to use it in a sentence.. i hate him. and he is getting nowhere near my children.. ever.