The Hybrid's Revenge: Choose Between Her Mates

Stuck In The Past

Ciara’s POV

I met him a few months after I left my family, he just moved here recently, and he is occupying the flat right next to mine. He had the brightest smile that could make any girl melt in his arms. His chest is well chiseled and firm, and his abs are well defined, beautifully crafted by God. I loved him the moment I set my eyes on him, but I couldn’t open my heart to any man yet, I’m still stuck in the past. All I had in my heart is revenge…

His name is Drake Ryder, and I have to admit, he is so damn perfect. He came at a time when my life had no meaning, nothing made sense in my life anymore. After I took out those traitors that king Dominic let lose, I was hunted like a kicking animal. I was hunted by King Dominic and his boys, and at the same time, the FBI and the CIA put me on their most wanted list and a poster was made with my face on it. I’m wanted for multiple counts of murder.

Every corner I turn to, I saw my face on the posters on the wall, and it restricted my movements. I tried so hard to reach out to the right authorities to tell my side of the story, but that never ends well because they always call me crazy. This is how my conversation with the FEDs always play out,

“I’m not crazy!

I know exactly what I’m talking about and I mean every word I say. They are all out there in the woods, they look like humans, but they are beasts. Werewolves are real, I tell you, I have proof that they exist, I can show you what one of them did to me when I visited their king with my sister and her friends who are all strippers…”

“Hold on a minute, are you telling me that you and your stripper friends left the club, and you went to strip for a pack of wolves?”

“Yes…

Yes, they are a pack of wolves, I mean, not full wolves, half wolves. And they hurt me. These are the pictures taken by the king of all werewolves. I was unconscious and they took pictures…”

“The wolves took pictures of you?

Ma’am, are you currently using heroin or any other illegal substance, are you speaking under the influence of alcohol or drugs, is there someone with you that I can talk to?”

“Do not speak to me in that tone, you dumbass!

You have no right to call me crazy!

Yes, I have pictures to prove that I was hurt by these werewolves and that is why I…”

“Fine. Since you put it that way, I would have to transfer your call to the Animal Control Unit. Please hold while I transfer this call.”

“No, No, No, No…

Wait, they are humans as well, you can’t transfer me to…”

And this is when they hang up on me or transfer me to Animal Control. I did this for almost three months, then I had to stop because I noticed my calls were being intercepted by an unknown agency. I noticed this after the first month, I noticed that my calls are no longer place on hold, it’s would almost seem like I was put on speed dial. An agent picks my call on the first ring, and then the questions begin. First, he begins by asking my name and location, just like the cops did always. But after that, he delves deeper into my story, asking me questions that don’t seem right to me.

He speaks to me like an expert, like someone that has dealt with similar issues before. The questions he asks makes me relive that horrible experience, and as I confided in him and told him what I faced in the hands of the werewolves, I realized that he knows me better than he is letting on. He asks me questions about things that I’ve never spoken to anyone else about, he pulls me into the conversation, forcing me to spill out secrets about my life, telling me it would help the cops in their investigation.

It always feels strange whenever I call these guys, I always feel hypnotized or something like that, but I don’t have a choice, I need them off my back so I can get back to living my life. I still have one name on my list, Declan Remington Woods. His father is the reason I’m in this condition, and since he robbed me of the chance to kill that bastard, he had to pay with his life. I kept trying to answer all their questions so they can carry out thorough investigations on these bastards. I don’t care if my sisters are implicated, as long as those bastards don’t get the opportunity to hurt anyone ever again, I’m willing to cooperate with their investigation.

These calls and probing questions went on for weeks, and I thought I was finally getting the Justice I seek. Then one day, he asked a question that made me question every damn thing about these guys. He asked me about my powers and my weakness, he asked me why the cops were not able to put me down on the days I attacked and killed all those traitors, including Fabius. I got spooked when he mentioned that on several occasions, the cops had used weapons that the werewolf hunters used to take down strong and mighty wolves, but those weapons didn’t work on me.

He asked me what makes me stronger than an average werewolf and what could be used to take me down for good. His questions raised a red flag in my head, and alerted me to other things that I have ignored initially. It felt like I was in a trance all this while, and when he asked those questions, I regained my senses and I turned around and started asking him questions as well,

“Who the hell are you, Who do you work for?

I need to speak with another agent, put me through to your bosses!

Who the hell are you?” I asked him repeatedly, yelling at him in anger. He went mute after I began asking too many questions but I could hear a beeping sound on his end, and I heard so hushed whispers as well. The beeping sounded likes recording device, and I think someone from his end gave an order that it is time to me in. I don’t know if I’m being paranoid, or maybe it is something that was picked up by my heightened senses, but I got so scared that I picked up everything important that I could lay my hands on, and I fled my house immediately.

They know where I live, and I’m pretty sure that my call was being traced all this while. I got rid of my phone on the way, and I went into hiding for a few weeks, trying to get them off my back. After a few week, when I was sure that I wasn’t being watched or followed, I decided that it was time to take down Declan Remington Woods, the Lycan prince. I took some time to study his profile, stalking him while I waited for the perfect moment to attack.

He senses my presence sometimes, I see him twirling around and sniffing the air whenever I’m close by. I feel kind of strange when he does that, but I pushed that strange feeling aside and focused on studying his schedules. I picked up a chatter about his coronation, and I decided to disguise myself and attend that party. That would be a perfect opportunity to take him out, and make him pay for his fathers crimes.

It’s a joyful day for werewolves and lycans alike, eight months has passed since the tyrant king was defeated, and all his evil plans foiled. Everyone was happy, and they celebrated their victory for almost three months, forgetting all about me and my pitiful condition.

I know I ran off on my own, and I didn’t tell anyone where I was headed, but they could have easily found me if they wanted to, I was still in this city and I know that king Dominic and Marco Lorenzo have the resources to find me if they wanted to. But for some weird, selfish reasons, they left me on the street, they let me wander the streets alone as I try to navigate my way back into the real world. I was not surprised that everyone ignored me, what amazes me is how my own sisters and Bethany left me to face my challenges alone.

“We know how you feel, we know you left because you want to be alone, and we respect your decision. We would give you all the time and space that you need to heal. We love you, Cici, and we wish you could get past all this pain and hurt and come back home. We miss you, everyday.”

That was the last time I heard from my sisters. At first the messages kept coming in daily, but after this last message, they stopped chatting and texting me, and it felt as if they have finally given up on me and abandoned me. I know they except me to I’m crawling back to them, but I’ll prove to them that I can survive without them. They are going to attend that party, but they won’t recognize me because I’ll be wearing a disguise. And if anyone sees through my disguises, I’ll be forced to take that person down.