My Hybrid Mate (Book II)

Three: The Hybrid

The Hybrid

Last time I checked werewolves cannot read minds, what in the worlds is he? Is this why — if he could read minds, I had to stop thinking. Oh my god, how do I stop thinking?

"I really want to answer that but I don't want to help you anymore than I already have." He shrugs. He holds out my hand for me to grab but quickly takes it away.

My brows furrow at his odd behaviour, "Okay, the damn things aren't chivalrous either." I get to my feet, the fall wasn't graceful but nor was it long. Thankfully, I wasn't that high up.

I've fallen from higher.

He begins talking again, "I suppose you already know what my name is."

I move my hand slowly toward my gun only for him to shake his head, "Don't do that."

My eyes narrow into slits, "Don't tell me what to do, mutt."

He looks at me blankly, "That's not offensive at all but anyhow, are you going to tell me your name, love?"

"How do you know I'm from The Offering?"

His nose scrunched, "You all smell the same, dress the same and hop around alike. It's not that hard to catch on."

Smell the same? He isn't even supposed to be able to smell me, "I have a —"

"Scent potion, I know, it just won't work around here." He looked as though he wanted to continue but his face looked pained, almost as if it pained him to not say any more.

Why would it pain him to not say any more? I mean, I understand why he'd want to shut up — I'm from The Offering, whatever he'll tell me I'll report to Blake. But why be unhappy about that?

Does he want to help me?

Is... I shook my head to clear my mind, reminding myself that I'll think and speculate once I returned home.

"It's in my nature to want to share everything with you but like you've stated, you'll just report everything I've told you. And..." again, he was holding back words, "I can't allow that to happen."

"It's in my nature to find out, you've already revealed that you're not fully wolf so I know you're a hybrid. Eventually I'll find out what your other half is, there aren't that many mythical creatures you could be mixed with."

He shrugs, "Buys me enough time."

He's right, it did.

Taking one last look at him and then his surroundings, I reached into my belt and grabbed a bomb potion. I threw it at the ground before turning my back to the creature and taking off.

I threw the bomb first because I knew he couldn't follow me that way, if he tried he'd get burned. The mist was filled with specks of silver which would burn right into his skin.

I would never just turn my back to a wolf, that's practically a cry for them to harm me and I wasn't stupid enough to let them have that upper hand. It would only be a great sign of weakness — having a wolves claw marks on your back. The Offering would see it as though you were running away, and no Descendant of theirs should ever run from a fight.

"That wasn't very necessary!" He called after me.

Hearing that a little part of me hoped the fog hadn't burnt him. I nearly lost my footing once again at the thought. Why in the hell did I care if he got burnt or not? Jeez, 42 maybe you need some rest.

Returning home I sprayed the scent potion the short walk toward the front of the home, just as a precaution.

I stripped off my clothes, took a shower before slipping into a shirt and pants. I couldn't sleep in just a shirt or even a shirt with shorts. I had to be fully dressed, prepared for any danger.

I slipped my gun under my bed and a knife on the dresser before I shut my eyes, remind myself that I had to call Blake once I woke up and tell him my findings.

This was my first mission, my first time out in the field — I had to succeed.

Picking up the phone I dailed the only number I had, "Blake, you won't believe what I found out about Nathaniel Russo."

"Well, if you're waiting on me to guess what it is — that's not happening, kid."

I lifted my lips in amusement, which was the only form of 'laughter' that I knew. "He's a hybrid."

Once I cracked this case wide open I would be written in The Offering history books, I would be a legend. I would be better than 21 ever was.

I think they gave him the name Dominic he was a pain in my ass. 21 always came out on top, he was the only Descendant we ever heard about. The Leaders always singing his praises and boosting his psychotic ego.

21 was the best in Gabriel's Division, I, obviously, was in Blake's. Blake was the 'kindest' Leader there whilst Gabriel was his polar opposite. Cunning and I'm assuming every bit of what we were supposed to become.

I say 'supposed' because I failed to cast out love. I can see the 'kindness' that others can't. I don't know how failing Emotions worked exactly but I knew that there were certain emotions I felt that I knew I should not. Blake knew that too and I know, I know that's why they took him away once. He never returned the same, the kindness was there but it was better hidden.

He never showed that kind of affection toward any other Descendant and maybe I should've called him up on it. Maybe I could've saved him the torture and saved me the failure.

I could never be as great or as praised as 21 because of that failure. It was the ultimate weakness even though I did not know where it came from. If Blake were to drop dead in front of me I wouldn't try to save him, he isn't that vital to my survival. Only my own survival is important to me, so, if he's not the one I love — who is?

"What kind of hybrid?"

I smirked as I swivel in the stool, "I'm going to find out soon."

I presume he nodded his head, "Make it fast, this is vital information. Hybrids are deadly creatures, we can't have them just laying around. We need to know how much of a threat they are, also how many more of him there are. I'm proud of you, 42, first day on the job and you've already brought in some hard hitting stuff. I'm proud of you."

I'm proud of you.

There it was again, that kindness that Gabriel dispised so much. That kindness that I didn't belong in The Offering, what I just did was expected of me. Any Leader would say that, it's nothing to be proud of. No one in that mansion utters that word and yet there Blake is just throwing it around.

I grit my teeth, "Thank you, I'll call you when I've got more."

Grabbing my car keys I headed over to the furniture shop, finding it through my cellphones GPS. I ordered everything I thought I would need, I saw that the kitchen was the only fully furnished room. The lounge needing couches and a TV whilst the bedroom needed some furniture as it already had a bed.

I didn't bother with any sorts of decorations, that was too dramatic. The grey and white colour palette of the walls was enough.

I arrived home with the furniture shop truck behind me, they hauled everything in and almost like a sixth sense. I could feel Nathaniel Russo's eyes on me, I turned to the tree line and marched over feeling livid.

"What the hell are you doing here! I'm not your friend."

He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes, "That's not why I'm here."

I furrowed my brows, "Then why are you here? I should kill you now that you know where I —"

He raised his hand and brought it to my cheek, the shock of electricity that flowed throughout my body from my cheek all the way to my toes, leaving my body as a jitter as though a cold breeze hit, silenced me.

My eyes widened and all he said was, "I was ready to find out the truth, mate."