The pack lands were shrouded in an ethereal glow as the full moon hovered low in the sky. Bruce was standing on the balcony of his private apartment, peering off into the distance at the tree line, but his thoughts were elsewhere. The last week's disclosures affected him severely, affecting his image of his partner and their relationship. Amelia was a hybrid. Every time he thought about it, the idea still gave him a shock. A Wolf and a Vampire that is unaware of her true identity. Despite the seeming absurdity, Elijah's discoveries were indisputable. Bruce closed his eyes and let his mind travel to the first time he would meet Amelia, feeling the cool night air caress his skin. Her strength, her compassion, and her unflinching gaze that seemed to see right through his carefully built defenses had struck him right immediately. However, there was one additional aspect, that he was unable to fully identify at that moment. A link. An unexplainable attraction that overcame his initial
He was still torn between telling her and not telling her. Bruce retreated to the balcony and observed the pack lands come to life as the sun began to rise. He could see the peaceful ebb and flow of a community as pack members started their daily routines.Amelia had grown to be a vital component of that balance. Even without the full strength of being a Hybrid her work as Luna had improved things within the pack. She had created programs that improved their community and guaranteed their future, bridging the gap between wolves and humans.How would that change if people knew the real her? Would it provide her more power and enable her to further assist the pack? Or would it destroy the self-assurance she had acquired, making her doubt every choice she had made and every connection she had made?And there was the issue of security. Should rumors spread that their Luna was a werewolf in hibernation with an uncommon and potent bloodline, their pack might become a target. Some people in
Bruce sprinted through the forest ferociously and in his powerful shape of a wolf he seemed more like a machine, unmoved by the thickets surrounding trees and shrubs, and the environment around him was only green and brown. The man’s nose extended in an attempt to identify the scent of the intruder he would have noticed at the edges of the pack territory. The odor was utterly unfamiliar to him; it was even more intense than semen, being earthy, mossy, like the forest that had grown around the cabin, and something, that appeared to irritate the beast within and cause the hair on the back of the neck to stand up. It was cunning and appeared to be toying with him by the wind, might be powerful one minute and weak the next. Bruce tried as hard as he could and encouraged himself to go deep into the jungle where there was no feeling of the ground beneath his paws. This young man was left in the pack house, simply being advised to remain continually in Amelia’s company and to ensure her sa
Evening had come and Amelia was simply fed up with the situation by the time she got home. She was anxious about getting an explanation and so stormed into Bruce’s study area. But the door opened and in front of her was exhausted and quite filthy Bruce raised her hand to knock. “Amelia,” he continued, his tone slightly somber yet relieved at the same time. ”Well, I just came to look for you,” Amelia peered at him seriously noting somehow he appeared messy: his clothing was creased his shirt untucked and there were stains on his shirt, notably on his cheek there were even bits of leaves tangled in his hair. Bruce and I were laughing so hard at that joke Suddenly, Bruce: “Bruce, what happened?” “Am okay,” Finally, Bruce peered down the corridor, took her by the shoulder tenderly, walked her into the study then closed the door. He had a powerful voice as he tried to speak those words, “I am fine.” However, Amelia, we have to discuss. I need to share something with you. " Gut-wrenchin
Feeling her heartbeat so intense, Ema leaned herself against the cool stone wall outside Bruce's study, trying to hear every word of the conversation going on within.It wasn't in her goal to meddle between Bruce and Amelia’s chat. In an attempt to mend their dead friendship, she had come to the pack house hunting for her old best friend Amelia. She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the urgency in Bruce's voice as he hauled her into his study. Now that the surprising facts were coming to light, Ema could not shake the feeling as though everything around was altering tremendously. Amelia, a Hybrid? It did not seem feasible. Ema had been Amelia's friend since childhood and had known her for many years. They had exchanged everything: secrets, dreams, and hopes. Or so she had believed. As Ema listened intently to Bruce spells out the conditions for Amelia, a nasty taste entered her mouth. Amelia had been unusual all along. Different. Strong. She was oblivious to it. Ema
Ema warmed in excitement at Caroline’s sentiments. A real Luna. Yes, that was her lifetime ambition, was it not? What she would give all the brightness of her intellect to? But it was Amelia at issue here. She had seemed so innocent when she had come as a bride to the Alpha. But now that her true color was exposed, there had to be a way to tackle her and everything she stood for. But there was a quiet, persistent voice in her thoughts urging ‘Be careful’. They were referring to this Amelia. Caroline loosed a controlled smile at Ema but the keen glimmer in her eyes remained discernibly antagonistic. “Oh, Ema. Shut up, don’t you realize that Amelia is not the buddy you have known for such time now, she has been telling lies – to you, to us, maybe even subconsciously, she is not like us, she is an abomination!’ A brief look at the face rendered Ema feel uneasy by the phrases that were just used; all along she had been feeling as though she was left out, or rather replaced by Amelia. Be
Bruce’s words rushed through her thoughts Amelia went out of the pack house the world rapidly turning into a blur. A Hybrid. She was a Hybrid. Its thought hurt her and intrigued her since it was beyond her imagination and revolted against all that she once considered about herself. She strolled up and down the pack grounds, not being cognizant of the frowns communicating the same message she saw on the faces of pack members. Her feet began to tap dance of their own volition, which transported her away from the pack house, warmth, safety, and Bruce and his disclosures. After some time Amelia came to a halt; she realized that she was on the brink of the woodland with the cold night breeze blowing softly. Her world kept spinning as she leaned against the solid tree trunk; the roughness of the bark grounding her. She blinked and said to herself, “This cannot be true”. “There is some mistake here”. But, decision-making began flooding her head with shards of the past that she
Then Rose got up to join the other side of the fallen wood and made herself comfortable; she then groaned. She touched the place beside her and, after a short glance around in terror, Amelia got in as well. Rose began, “It is a long story. “One that begins a long time before your birth. We are related to a line of Hybrid in our family. Some have extraordinary talents.” Her mother had been giving her the whole narrative of persecution and power and of the family gift that had turned into a curse and Amelia was simply enthralled. It was recognized that some of the ancestors could entirely ‘switch off’ both elements; the wolf and the Vampire therefore living regular human lives, and in the process escaped from those who attempted to harm or take advantage of them. Carrying on the cheerful and rather melodic tone memorizing Rose added, “You were perfect and beautiful when you were born. And so special. We understood that the moment you came into this world breathing on your own y