Hybrid of the Hunt (book 2 in the hybrid trilogy)

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I run and run till I fell free.
My lungs burn I'm weak uv been running for 6 hours now and I finally can stop . I'm in a small new pack. I will be safe here. I tell myself knowing it's the safest I can be

I run and run till I fell free.........................................................

My lungs burn I'm weak I’ve been running for 6 hours now and I finally can stop.   I'm in a small new pack.

I will be safe here, I tell myself knowing it's the safest I can be.  I decide to let the true me show.  I will still

hide my true strength, but I will not allow myself to be own enemy ever again.  I will not tear down the

wall Iv'e built over the years I will instead form a bullet proof glass one.  This of coarse is a figure of

speech. They will no longer stop me from showing the true me.  I will become a hunter.  There

seems to be a misconception about hunters they are not human they only kill the super naturals whom 

have been a negative in life those who have committed serous acts of wrong.  I set up my camp in a

hidden grove.  The sun is quickly setting so i hurry up as set up my weapons and person ideas.  I mask

my sent for the reason I don’t fell like messing with the pack today maybe in a month ill request a

meeting with the Alfa via note                                                                        

I was awoken to the sound of growls I look out of my makeshift peep hole to see that it is still dark outside

normal or pures as I call them super naturals would have trouble seeing but thanks to my muttness

as it has been refered to e I am able to easly see and hear as if in ideal conditions what I see

shocks me.

The Alfa of the pack I’m currently staying in and an member of my old pack they were arguing about if I was here or

not if they only knew that I was right there oh the luck I have.  “She is to die by the alfa’s hand1’’  “Cool go find her

she is not here!’’  They both stomp off angry like five year olds.  Today I will be altering my clothes I use to not wear

clothes that fit to hide.  I have a figure I just never show it and now I will.  I make many crop tops short shorts and

tight t-back tank tops what I need to be comfortable.  When I finish I go hunt for food.  The wind is in my favor and I

here the foot fall of a deer.  I see her I pull back my arrow and watch it fly and hit the doe right in the chest she drops

as soon as the arrow pierces her body she drops dead.  I clean cook and ear the deer before I decide to turn in for

bed.  I lay down and drift off into a dream filled sleep.  I dream of killing of the royal pack and of all kind of war sense. 

But what I remember the most is eyes that changed colors.