Zoe’s Pov
I was raised by my mum and dad until I was five years old.
After that, I learned what monsters really looked like.
My parents were hybrids—wolf and witch. Stronger than most creatures, feared by nearly everyone. Packs hated hybrids because they couldn’t control us. We weren’t fully wolf, and we weren’t fully witch.
We were something else entirely.
Something dangerous.
The Alpha of the pack we lived in feared my parents. The warriors feared them too. Instead of accepting us, they decided we were a threat that needed eliminating.
One night, they came for us.
I still remember the screams.
The blood.
My mum pushing me through the back door while my dad fought off warriors twice his size.
“Run, Zoe!” my mum screamed. “Don’t stop running!”
So I ran.
I ran until my lungs bu
