Hybrids story

Who am I for the rest?

We never stayed for long in one place, always on the run, we received help, but just enough to not get cought, that isn't a life, but it was what we had. Never live in big groups-or else you are a target, don't show your face to often-target, mind the territory borders-target, being a hybrid meant that you had yourself, your beast counterpart and your family if you were lucky. My luck vanished 1 year ago.

And here I am now, running from the familiar faces that now I know so well. It was decided that once you are on the radar, you are being followed by a team, the team changes every 2 years to prevent repetitiveness, understanding of tactics and any possible friendly interactions between the hunters and the prays. 5 men were appointed to me, if I could say so, Derek, Mike, Orpheus, Vlad and Tyler, they are indeed one of the best, when I discovered it, I decided to keep them on their toes. Foxes have a rare ability to seem like they are in multiple places at ones, similar to the room with mirrors in an amuzement park, the more powerful you are, the more tails you have, the more clones you have,I had 11, the guys knew of only  6 and I wanted to keep it that way. Showing 6 of them came to me as a way to manipulate where they wanna go, I would start with one, running far enough to separate them, usually the one that went ahead was Mike, he was the fastest, brown hair, blue eyes, sea blue to be honest, they had a bit of drakness in them compared to the usual blue eyes that people imagine, guess that comes with the job though.

Next I would concentrate on Tyler, he is not as fast as Mike but is a tracker, entised senses, great orientation, I had respect for him, he is the reason why they would always find me no matter how I tried to mask my scent. I guess he has a kind of respect for me as well, as I said, not all werewolves are bad, just doing their job. I would get the black haired man to follow the supposed me, usually near to a river to seem like I wanted to mask my scent, then after looking at his tall figure and emerald green eyes, I would disappear, only to reappear 20 second later behind him and run the other way.

Derek is the most stubborn, the easiest to play with, his strategy was brute force, he was the 1 st to shift, 1 st to attack, 1 st to pin my clone to any possible tree or ground, there is no point in fighting with him, only running, only tricks can work on Derek, that's why I had to be inventive. He isn't dumb, he catches up fast, just refused to change startegy, he was proud of himself, the most muscular of all, has 3 tattoos on his tanned skin, a red moon-pack symbol, a dragon on his back, and most likely his mate's name near the heart, touching detail to be honest, this exact detail always reminds me that these guys are people as well. That's why I try not to hurt them, they don't deserve to be hurt, I could see it in their eyes.

After I would find a path for Derek, I shift my attention to Orpheus, he is the type that would always base his actions on me being a girl, thinking that I would fall for him, or begin trusting him enough to get out of my hiding spot. The guy is indeed hot, blonde hair, blue eyes, reminded me of anime characters. No matter the day, he would always wear a white shirt that would end up torn around his body, I began thinking that he did it on purpose, I got to admire the view. It was hard finding a tactic for him, he refused to run, using a sexy, masculine, sneeky walk , circling around the trees, trying to find a way to get to me. Orpheus enjoyed the hunt, he likes having fun, and I was his fun for the mere reason that he couln't have me. That's why I decided to play a player, he wants a pray, I will play a pray, I would call to him, touch his shoulders, get near a river, play in the water. He enjoyed it, and so did I.

And then came Vlad, he is the smartest, great strategy, he could have had a military rank if he wanted to. He was the 1 st to realize what I was doing, and started looking for the real me. He enjoyed the hunt, but for a very different reason, for him it was like solving a puzzle, I could see him thinking, his eyes shifting to nowhere trying to analize my next step. He is the one that I had to deal with the most. Sometimes I could see him make mistakes on purpose, the footsteps that my stupid self left behind, clearly leading left, he analized them, smiled, got up, and went right. In another world, we would have been great friends, he was taller that me by 30 cm, light brown hair, the kind that would shift to blonde if the sun touched it, green eyes, but not emerald, they were kinder, softer, you coud see a tint of grey in them at times. Smart, sarcastic, I could hear him talking to the others, he would even tal to me at times, knowing damn well that I did not have the chance to escape like I wanted.

The 6 th clone was running around the field to make sure that everyone was busy while I tried to disappear.

I knew well that the guys were trained, and after 6 month realized what I was doing. Some changed their strategy from time to time, some stayed the same, entertained by my abilities. By every day I had to improve, studying them, their reactions, but little direct contact, I could not risk it.

But I guess fate has other plans...