The Hybrid Luna & Her Alpha Mate

Chapter 6. Drake

Drake POV

It's been 13 years since we lost the girl; she was never supposed to live.

Flashback

We had a witch that we had forced to work with us. The old hag had tried to plead with us not to kill her. We needed to keep that Feary b***h and the wolf under control, and what is the best way to do that? The brat was about the only thing that could weaken them both. Brooke the Feary was keeping the kid safe, but we needed that kid so that we could figure out how to kill the hybrids. If the hybrid is a weak enough species, like a witch and wolf or a vampire witch, we would just sell them on the black market. Yeah, we may have made a black witch or two more powerful, but at least there were fewer hybrids. The supernatural are hard enough to kill, but a hybrid with enough power could take my kind out, and that is something that I will not allow. So when we attacked Black Night, we had no choice but to let that hag believe she was safe. We attacked at dusk when most of those dogs were running along the border to their lands. I found the girl with her mother by the little lake, and I couldn't have wished for a worse spot. I made my move. They heard me, I think, because before I could get the iron cuffs on her, she hit me with a water spear that sliced across my face and took my right ear off.

"You know that you shouldn't be alive, right? "You have been given more time than you should have ever had. "Just give up, and I will make your death quick." I taunted her; I had to get her closer to me. I wanted to hear the screams when I poured the blessed salt all over her and took the kid. The salt would have stripped her of the powers that she was gifted, more of a curse if you ask me.

"Titania has blessed me with the power of fire and water; she will bless my daughter as well!" she yelled back with a triumphant smirk, as if she had already won. What she didn't expect was the darts filled with the blessed salt that my men had, and that while we had a little chat, they were surrounding her and the brat.

"The Goddess has told me that you will not be victorious, you shall not be the end of our line," she says confidently.

As her words floated in the wind and the child started crying, I could even hear the whizz of the salt and iron bullets hurtling through the air towards her child. She heard it in enough time to cover the child with her body and shield the abomination with her life, the bullet landing center mass in her spine. I called my men off. Brooke, the Luna of this pack, was dead, and I had a witch to do the most important part: break the family bonds with the child and put glamour on one of the dead children to look like the hair of the pack.

End Flashback

Now I will be the first to admit that she was never supposed to survive the little "experiments" that we put her through, but I wasn't expecting her to get away. The old hag that we had used the day of the battle with the pack, the one that I had let live, took her and hid her somewhere. I was a little surprised that the girl had survived the 2 and a half years of experiments and torture. We wanted to see if we could force out the powers of their goddess, the old weapons of salt and iron for the Feary kind, but I need to know what will dispose of the hybrids. I have kept a few in our cells so we know the best way to fight the new breeds of supernaturals. I just got word from a couple of my agents in Arizona that they believe they have seen the girl checking into a motel. We are going to be mobilizing within the next hour. She is 18 now and will be coming into both parts of her heritage. I will be getting her back one way or another.