Callie-Rose
"A hybrid is a disgusting creature that should nev-" I turned off the radio not wanting to hear anymore.
"The hate for Hybrids is unsanitary, I don't under why they can't just accepted that not everyone is the same" my Father Mark said, his crystal blue eyes burning into mine. Every time he hears a negative thing about hybrids he looks at me to see if I'm affected.
"You can't help hate you of all people should know that" my dad Jo said i give them a weak smile and go out side for morning training. This is the late time I'll being doing this with the junior warriors before being shipped off to an American University. I sigh and think about all the ways my life is going to change.
I'm a Hybrid, half witch, half werewolf. My fathers obviously couldn't conceive natural and needed a surrogate. They where over the moon when they found out the surrogate was pregnant but didn't know she was a witch until to late. They believe she was a wolf, she had a mark on her neck and a son who was a wolf or so they thought it turns out that his warlock side just wasn't that strong. Me being a Hybrid was never a problem from the moment they saw me, they said they loved me and that was it. The Pack didn't care either we were one of the only packs in the country that have both wolfs and witches. The worry is more the outside world. Our pack is seen as violent and a deadly force, we're strong on law and order and have little forgiveness for criminals, not even roughs try to mess with us because we kill them on sight. Since the age of 10 I've been training to fight and 8 years later I'm an expert in killing in both my wolf and human form.
I've never left the country alone, we live in the British countryside away from the human population. I take a deep breath of country air and wonder when's the next time I'll be here. Gabriel my 11 year old little brother comes running into me
"hurry up or we're going to be late" he's the spiting image of our dad Jo, its kinda easy to tell which one fathered each of us. I had long blond hair that sits at my hips with the same crystal eyes my Father Mark. while Gabe has the same natural black hair and deep chocolate eyes my Dad Jo dose. I crouch down to meet his short Hight of 4.10
"Well if that's the case, I'll race you" I push him slightly and take off running to the training grounds he shouts "that's not fair" and all I do is laugh.
Before I know it I'm on the plane I've said goodbye to all who I've ever loved little did I know it was the last time I would ever see me home again.
