All Chapters of The Hybrid : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Approaching the scene Ciaran could see the male dancing around crazily just over the border. His stench was almost unbearably stronger than others of his kind. His hair was red with eyes to match. He showed off his elongated fangs proudly as he laughed maniacally. He quit spinning around in circles when he caught sight of Ciaran, and his laughter became more insane, if that were possible. "Oh this is truly an honor. To finally meet the son of the vampire and his bitch that were hunted down like dogs! And here I thought the same family was killed. Ha, but alas! The child survived." His smile grew across his pale face, speaking more to himself than anyone else as Ciaran growled loudly before shifting back into his human form. "Get out of my land or you will die a most painful death." His voice booming through the small clearing. "You look just like him. Do you know how they died?" The vampire questioned with a gleam in his eyes.

Ciaran lounged in the unused armchair in the living room with his dark denim clad legs stretched out in front of him crossed at the ankle. His arms cradled his head as he leaned back, the movement threatening to pop the buttons on his long sleeved black dress shirt. He stared at the blank surface of the flat screen hanging from the wall listening to the clock tick away the time. He was trying to remain patient as the time flew out the window. He let his thoughts drift to a specific red head naked upstairs. He thought about how she would look covered with soap suds, and lathering her long red locks. He wanted to know just how soft her legs would be. He pictured running his hands over the muscles in the calfs and up her thighs. Was she ticklish on her feet? He thought to himself. A grin crossed his face as he decided he would soon find out, one way or another. Growing a little impatient, he decided he should check on her again, yet just as he was getting to his feet he

Runa's eyes flew open quickly as she realized she was not in her bed. Bathed in darkness, her eyes barely able to see the chains that restrained her. Puzzled for the lack of sight, having been able to see through the night better than anyone she knew. She found her hands were shackled, outstretched strenuously to either side of her body. The chains embedded into stone. Her legs she discovered in the same condition. Spread eagle. She pulled with all her strength, rattling the manacles. With all her efforts, she was unsuccessful. Lungs burning with the stale death filled air she was heavily breathing, she hung her head letting her hair cascade down from its half fallen style in front of her to hide her face as tears threatened to spill over the lids of her eyes. So this is how it ends. She thought to herself. Just when she was getting comfortable enough around Ciaran to loosen the reins on her guard, wanting to believe what he claimed was true. Wanting to b

As her shadow mimicked her long quick strides, Runa looked towards the rising sun, awash with relief and triumph while she continued on her quest to find high ground. She had to return to Ciaran, had to warn him and everyone of the imminent danger on her heels. Only one problem stood in front of her, she had no clue as to where she was and she was not sure if she could mind link him from a long distance. The slush of half melted snow was indication enough that she was not too far south, though far enough away from the foot of snow that blanketed Ciaran's territory, she felt uncomfortable. Her nose picked up the scent of humans about ten miles east of her, she quickly changed her course with the hopes that someone could tell her where she was. As she found the small town, she kept to the shadows as she crept around back alley ways in search of something to cover her body with when she shifted back. She was in luck. She spotted a dirty blanket with moth holes in it hanging

"We're being followed." Jake's voice broke the silence in the car after an hour on the road. Runa stiffened in her seat, her heart beginning to race, threatening to leap out of her chest. "I know."Ciaran replied before shifting gears and straining the engine to fly faster down the blacktop. "Can you tell who it is?" Runa questioned with the overwhelming urge to look behind her, only she was frozen in fear. "Not sure. Could be the local pack making sure we don't cause any trouble. The scent of another alpha in your territory isn't always welcome." Ciaran's words did little to reassure her, though she did shift her eyes between each window, straining her vision for any sign of someone just beyond the shadows of the highway. The hair on the back of Runa's neck and arms stood up as a cool draft blew through the back seat. Reflexively, she rubbed her arms as she wrapped them around her. Fear gripped her as she saw a flash