My life was changing, morphing into something greater than I could have anticipated. I was becoming something I didn't recognise as myself anymore. A Werewolf.
I was different.
Bitten.
'Hybrid' was what they called me, and the weight that rested against that one word was crippling. They depended on me to bring them safety. What made me so special?
Oh, that's right. My destiny.
I was sucked into a world I had no idea existed. Twenty-one years as a human and this is what I found out.
My travelling plans, my writing degree, all of it was gone within one night. One evil night that robbed my humanity.
I wasn't completely sour. Life had been unfair a while ago, only now I had something worth fighting for besides myself. Something to live for.
I was afraid for the others. I couldn't let them down. I wouldn't let them down.
I'd gone to bed a human, and woken up a Werewolf.
A special Werewolf.
A Hybrid.
