∘˚°｡☆*.✧∘˚°｡✩Marked By A Hybrid.
I rushed into the crowd and mingled with them. No one had my time as they were all enjoying their moment. The blue moon was yet to come out. I relaxed my nerves and tried to find a place to hide, my legs trembling in fear again.
So it was me? It was me they wanted all along. Everyone here was a Werewolf, but no one recognized me because of the ring I was wearing. Mom and Dad gave it to me when I clocked sixteen and finally shifted for the first time into an Alpha Werewolf.
Pew
Soon, the terrifying sound of gunshots filled the air. No one ran. I was the target, so I had to run! It was all fucking planned! I tried to maintain and control myself from running, but at that moment, I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. There was a short spark. I took to my heels, not caring who it was. Those hellish people identified me instantly.
"That's the girl! Get her!"
I ran towards the thick bush, breathing heavily. There was no way I could find help now. Everyone was less concerned with other people's personal issues, and it broke my heart. I'm not going to die today, am I?
Father wouldn't have sent me here if he knew this was the end of it all, right?
I ran deep into the forest. It was unfortunate that I couldn't shift now. I still couldn't shift! What a shame. It would have been of great help if only I could shift. Their growls filled the air — they had shifted into their werewolf forms.
I knew I would get caught. There was no way I could survive now that they had shifted, but I wouldn't give up. I had to find a way to protect my life. Why did they want to kill me during the Blue Moon festival?
But that wasn't the point now. I didn't know how long I had been running, but my legs couldn't take it anymore. They were already so weak, and my feet were sore. My eyes were becoming blurry, and I was having a splitting headache.
My trembling legs couldn't take in any more fear, and I fell to the ground. I tried my best to stand, but my arms were weak. They caught up with me, but they didn't come close. Some of them stood on the logs, growling and snarling. My body shivered. I could smell death so close to me.
The gentle wind blew my hair across my sweaty face, leaving me feeling rough and dirty. I couldn't utter a word properly, but I had to find out something before I died. Who exactly sent them to kill me?
I couldn't ask my question because I wasn't given the chance to. The Werewolves began to shift back as they surrounded me. A particular wolf that shifted caught my attention. He was in a black cloak. I could tell he wasn't a Werewolf, but he shifted.
He took steady steps toward me. The whole atmosphere burned with silence and tension. The only sound was the chilling breeze, crickets, and bats. My gaze darted to his feet, my heart hammering against my ribcage with every menacing step of his.
I tried to see the man's face, but everywhere was pitch black! I couldn't see him clearly. I crawled back in fear. He wasn't holding any weapon, but I could feel horror. He had more than a weapon.
His steps stopped at my knee. He crouched down and growled, a growl that made me wonder what he was saying. Unsure if he could speak, I prepared myself for what was to come. He growled again, and fear shattered my composure.
He closed the gap between us, lifted me up, and wrapped his hands around my waist. He was huge, as expected from Werewolves, and here I was, so tiny compared to him. I looked deep into his face, trying to figure out who it was, but I couldn't see anything. It was so annoying because I was desperate.
His gaze wasn't on my face; it was on my neck, I could feel it. My instinct told me he wanted to do something deadly or maybe… should I say forbidden. I could see his fangs elongating, and my heart palpitated. He wasn't going to mark me, right? I'm not even his mate!
I didn't know when I started to struggle badly, but he didn't move an inch.
"No no no no no. Wait! You can't do this to me." I shook my head as I broke down. I struggled to free myself, but it was impossible. He wasn't holding me tightly, yet I couldn't free myself. "Please." I continued shaking my head vigorously, struggling to be free.
Finally, I gave in. He would end up killing me anyway. It was so tough accepting a fate that wasn't mine.
Shifting my long hair aside, the strange man leaned in. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I held his arms tight. I had always dreamt of receiving a mate's mark from my mate, but fate seemed to have other plans.
My memories traveled back to when my mother was still alive. Whenever I made inquiries out of curiosity about where she got the silver mark around her neck area, she would always say:
"When you grow up, you'll have a mate, and your mate will mark you here, right at this spot." She touched the spot I felt my blood draining from right now.
"How does it feel?" little me asked curiously.
"Painful. But here goes the result — the silver mark that signifies unspeakable and indescribable love that lasts an eternity."
"Is it only my mate that can mark me? How on earth do I even know when I have a mate?" little me asked.
Aurielle smiled as she poked Sheddayah's nose. "You are way too curious for your age. But keep one thing in mind. Only your mate can mark you and no one else. You have to be patient to make that moment memorable."
His sharp fangs tore through my flesh, sinking deep into my nape. My eyes flustered. Agony filled me, the pain was horrible. My scream echoed through the forest, scaring the bats hanging on the trees.
The bats flew across the blue moon, the whole scene. Everything wasn't right. I held his strong arms tight, breathing heavily, trying to reduce the pain by probably venting it out on him, but it wasn't working. My screams became broken sobs. My nails dug into his tough flesh, but he didn't flinch.
He didn't retreat quickly and let it sink deeper. I couldn't scream anymore. My eyes went blurry. I lost stability the moment he pulled back. My body fell to the ground, weak, after he released me.
He removed his cloak cap and licked the blood on his lip — my blood. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he muttered, "Sweet." His voice was husky, like he hadn't used it in a very long time.
The men surrounding us went on their knees and bowed. Like I said earlier, he wasn't a Werewolf. He was a Vampire! I saw it… But he could shift. He must be a hybrid.
I lay on the floor, my chest rising and falling, blood oozing out of my nape. I couldn't move because of the excruciating pain.
"Kill her," he ordered before he shifted. This was the end. I closed my eyes and accepted my unfortunate fate. This wasn't how it was planned. If Mom and Dad knew this was how it was going to end, they wouldn't have agreed with Luzzetto's suggestion of bringing me over here for my own safety.
But then, something unexpected happened. He shifted back and raised his hand. The men stopped in their tracks and didn't come close to me anymore. He turned to leave.
"Wait," I called, my voice barely a whisper. "Why…?"
He didn't turn. "You'll be useful… later." With that, he ran and shifted, leaving me alone with the chilling pain.
I am Princess Novalyn Aysel Moonstone of the Zircon Moonlit Pack . The second daughter of an excuse of a father, Alpha Ronald, and Lady Aurielle Arundel...destined to live a life of rejection.