Queen of the Hybrids

Chapter 2

Mother moon come to me…

I call and as this of thee…

Help me feel your strength again…

And find the Goddess that resides within…

-Arwen Heartstrong

CHAPTER 2

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(Anastasia) 

I haven’t got enough sleep for the past weeks, knowing my parents are in the city. When they told me they’ll be back before I knew it, something inside made me restless. They’re not in danger, right? I mean, who would think of hurting my parents when they’re nice people and we’re not that rich to be targeted by people that have an interest in money.

I should stop reading stories about billionaires that are in danger and hires a bodyguard which ends up being their mates because the billionaire is not just a human, he is a werewolf. I groaned at the thought of werewolves. I should stop reading those types of stories, it gives me false hope that soul mates exist as well as werewolves.

I shook my head and slumped back on the couch. My tummy grumbled which made me decide to head in the kitchen and grab something to eat. I grabbed my Honey Butter Chips that was on top of the kitchen island and grabbed a large bowl, and when I opened the bag and poured it into the bowl.

I head back to the living room and sat on the couch and dug into my bowl of unhealthy food.

“Oh, heavens,” I said with pure satisfaction.

There is nothing much to do in our home since we never had neighbors like in the books. Have I mentioned we live in the middle of a forest in god knows where? 

Hmm, I guess I forgot to tell you that.

As I was saying we never had neighbors because we live in the forest. I badly want to socialize with people. I never had friends. Never attended school. Never got invited to a party-lol I shouldn’t even say that because I live in the middle of the forest, duh!

If you’re wondering why I know these kinds of things, it’s because I’ve read books that give me an idea of what the outside world is. I am tired of being alone and have no one to talk with when my parents are away. I feel like a prisoner. There I said it.

I groaned on the thought of growing old in this house. Like seriously, I’m a person I need to go out and have fun. Heck, I need to have my own family!

I snap out of my thoughts when I heard a rustle coming from outside. I carefully place the bowl on the coffee table to not make any noise. I snapped my head to the direction of where it was coming from, then I heard another one…and another one.

“Mom, Dad stop playing it’s not funny,” I said and chuckled.

I was waiting for their response but I heard nothing. I shivered when I heard another rustle.

‘That’s odd’ I said to myself and frowned on my thought.

I might sound crazy but why does it feel like they’re doing it on purpose, but that is not the only thing I noticed. I could hear footsteps along with the rustling I’ve heard a moment ago. I could only make out 4 different sounds of footsteps.

Being sheltered in here for years made me attentive with my surroundings not only in a visual manner but also in auditory.

I stood there for a few more minutes to make sure the people god knows who are gone.

I shivered on the thought of someone barging in and kill me.

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(Unknown) 

I hop off the tree and swiftly landed on the ground with my barefoot. I trailed my gaze to the ashes that lie on the ground in front of me. They were around fifty, I guess. I looked at my hand where blood was trickling from my arm to my hand and onto the ground. 

I didn’t flinch nor felt a sensation that traveled down my spine when a woman’s voice cackling was heard throughout the forest.

The wind became still, the falling of leaves slowed down, and the only thing I could hear was the dripping blood that came in contact with a dried leaf, then everything went back to normal.

“Traitor,” I said before retreating.