The Hybrid Legacy (Sequel to the Baile Series)

Epilogue

Cullen

The beeping of an ECG machine stirred me from a drugged slumber. I blinked away the blurry milky coloured ceiling above, turning my head to look upon my reflection in a window. I was dressed in stark white clothing, a shirt and a pair of trousers with no socks or shoes. My face looked ghastly pale and a vision resurfaced that showed me the striking resemblance between my father and I.

I moved to sit up but found I couldn't. I looked down at myself to find I was bound by tightly by bolted straps around my wrists, waist and ankles to a medical table.

I received a crippling sense of déjà vu. I had thought I was seeing visions of my father being tortured and experimented on throughout the year, but perhaps I had been seeing my own future after all.

Panic set in and I thrashed against my restraints, praying that I was only having another nightmare that I could wake from. My eyes moved frantically about the medical room, eyeing horrid looking medical instruments and odd contraptions. It was then I noticed that a tube was sticking out of my arm, transferring my blood into a bag beside the table. Trinity's words echoed in my mind, 'you can't let them take your blood'.

"Help!" I cried out, but nobody came. I screamed hard, trying to urge my Werewolf shift, but it didn't work.

For the first time I was truly alone, no mother, father, aunty, uncle or cousins to hold my hand or tell me it was going to be all right. If I had of known why my blood was needed, I would have never agreed to be raised by the Byrnes in the human realm.