The Hybrid Queen Unedited

How long has it been? How long have I been here? Was I going to die here? Would the Great Spirit release me and allow me to join my family? I had wished for nothing more for months now. I missed them so much. And my best friend, Kat. I wish she were here just so I could speak to her. Then again, I would not wish this horrible place on anyone. Why was the Great spirit so cruel at times? Had I done something to upset him? Had I offended him in some way? I had been asking myself these questions for the past year. When the hunters had come for my people I was sure I was going to die. Perhaps it had been The Great Spirit who had saved me. I would never know. Yet here I was, in my dark cell, staring up at the mossy stone of my prison.Had I not been a good person? I was a devoted clan member, I always did my duties as the Alpha’s daughter. I was always present at gatherings and meetings. The night I had decided not to go to one had been the night the hunters had come for my people. I had prayed every night to Iyatiku, Goddess of the underworld, for a release of this body. I was unable to call upon Kwatee to bring myself to shift and run from this place. I was only fifteen. Or was I sixteen now? I could not be sure. The attack had happened on September fifteenth. After that all I could remember was running and then this place. That was all. The rattling of keys made me jump. I hated the effect that sound had on me. My skin would freeze up and I was unable to move for several seconds. Heavy footsteps were coming down the stone hallway. My heart began to race and my breathing sped up. I tried to calm myself. The device on my ankle beeped at me and my hearty pumped louder in my ears. I had to calm myself. When he stopped before my cell, I was sure my heart would burst out of my chest. I jumped up and back against the wall, instantly terrified, my ankle bracelet clacking against the stone wall. I had become so used to the abuse and the beatings I would get for not speaking loudly enough, or not speaking clearly enough or speaking too loudly. I had suffered broken bones, beatings, bruises and internal bleeding. Lucky for me, I healed quickly. A gruff voice echoed off the cell walls and the footsteps grew closer. “We have had her here for just over a year. If someone does not come and buy her soon, she is gonna wind up on the wall,” said the guard as he came closer. I gulped. The wall. In other words, I would be dragged from my cell and taken outside, chained to a wall, poisoned with wolfs-bane and then shot in the head with a silver bullet. They called it a pity killing. Put us out of our misery. I had wished for nothing more since I had gotten here. Just as I had feared, the guard stopped before my cell and unlocked it. He pushed the door open, giving me even less room then I had already. I backed away even more, my back now flat against the wall, a low growl ripping up my chest. I heard the smack across my face before I felt it. My face hit the floor, the rest of my body hitting the floor with an audible smack. I grunted, pushing up off the floor. I could taste blood on the inside of my cheek. “I will take her,” said a female voice. I glanced up but all I could catch was a glimpse of sleek blond hair disappearing behind the side of the door way. The guard walked up to me and grabbed me by the back of the neck, making me stand. It was all I could do to keep myself from attacking him, even in my weakened state. “You’re sold now, little mutt. Your new masters are gonna break you in, in a way that will make you obedient, like the useless bitch you are,” he laughed and he guided me down the hallway. I passed other empty cells, hearing the shuffling of the other young girls around me. I wished I could help them, but it was not up to me. They had their own path to follow. This one was mine. I had been stuck in this hell hole for over a year. My pack was dead. No one would have come for me anyway. It was only a matter of time before I would have been sold or led to the wall.

The guard pushed me up against the wall once we were outside the holding blocks. He eyed me, as if tempting me to move. I glared at him, my eyes flashing. He smiled at me and raised his hand again. I waited for the sting, but the girl’s voice chimed in again. “The girl is bought and paid for. If you touch her again, I will request a full refund for damaged goods and the Alpha will hear of this,” she said. “Your Alpha does not scare me, woman,” the guard spat at her. The woman laughed. “An Alpha no, but the King would!” And glanced at me now. “And remove that inhumane device from her at once!I looked down at my ankle as the gerd rolled his eyes and removed it with a key from his belt. I rotated my foot a little and felt my stiff joint pop. The guard bowed his head and glowered at me. He was short and his eyes were mean. He would kill me if he had the chance. To him I was no more than a slut. One he was sure would be back. “Forgive me, I did not realize I was in the presents of his Majesties Kingsguard,” he said quickly. The woman looked at him, her face impassive. “Not his Kingsguard. His sister,” she replied. The man bowed his head lower this time. I looked around, but I could only see her back. She was standing at the front desk, signing papers. The guard rolled his eyes and gave me another glare as he walked behind the desk. I glanced at the door. I could make a run for it. I was fast. But they would be faster. I had almost made up my mind but I stopped. I glanced down at my ankle. Even if I did get away, they would be able to track me. I sighed. I could just wait and see how this plays out. I laughed to myself. Who was I kidding?Then the girl dropped her pen on the counter and turned to face me. She was much smaller than I had first thought. Her long, bond hair was thin and silk like. Her face was pixy like, heart shaped and her wild green eyes were as bright as a rainforest. She was quite beautiful. I suddenly felt very ashamed of myself. I must look and sell even worse. I hung my head. The girl laughed and walked up to me, raising a hand and patting my head once.“Let’s go home and get you cleaned up,” she said.Without another word she turned and left the building. I stared at the door she had walked through. Home? Once I was outside these doors, I could run. I would be able to run away from here and never look back. But how long would it take for hunters to track me back down and put me back in that cell? I would rather walk into the unknown with this girl then go back into that cell. I followed her quickly. Once outside, I stopped again. I was outside. I was not prepared for the emotional reaction this would have on me. My chest suddenly felt tight and I was fighting back tears. My legs locked into place and I was suddenly on my hands and knees gasping for air. I was out. I was free. I made a promise to myself right then and there. I made the promise that I would die first, kill myself if I had to, then return back to that cell. The girl was suddenly next to me. I had not noticed before how elegantly she was dressed. She had a dress on, with a flowing, knee length skirt and a burgundy blouse. She reached for my hand but I backed away from her quickly. She sighed and crouched down beside me. “Okay... what is your name?” she asked me in a kind voice. I looked up at her. What was she playing at? I bit my lip. She smiled. “Fine, You do not have to tell me. But I need you to understand something. You are in no danger anymore. No one will hurt you. I will make sure of that,” she said. How could I possibly trust her? I did not know her. She did not know me. And honestly, people were just not this nice. Then again I could not ignore the feeling in my gut to trust her. Something about her was telling me to trust her and follow her. It was stupid and irrational. I sighed and got to my feet, ignoring her hand. She nodded to herself and stood up. “It is quite a drive back home, so we are going to stay at one of the Residence Hotels in the city,” she told me as he started walking again. I followed her, this time more confidently. I wanted to shift so badly. She pulled out a set of keys and unlocked a fancy black Sudan. She nodded for me to get in and I did. Once in the car, he locked the doors and started the car. But she did not start driving. She sat there a moment, staring out the window.

“What did he mean by what he said before? When he said that his weekly visits would continue?” she asked me. I felt my stomach drop. I had not realized she had heard him say that. But she was a wolf Of course she would have heard every word he had said. I did not need my wolf to know she was one too. Why else would she want me?“What do you think?” I asked. My voice was even and polite. From the corner of my eye I saw her look at me. She was shocked to have heard me speak. I did not blame her. I was sure I looked like something that had been lost in the woods for years and I was sure I smelled even worse. But the look on her face told me I did not need to say anymore about her question. She just nodded to herself. “Well, my name is Amilia. And I am tired and we should rest before we head home. I am sure you would like a nice hot bath and a real bed to sleep in before we head home tomorrow,” she said as she stopped the car. She shit the car off and got out. I followed her and turned to face a brightly lit doorway of a giant hotel. I glanced up and the building rose towards the skies. Amilia waived for me to follow her and I did, not sure what I was getting myself into.

Once inside the hotel, it was far more luxurious than I thought it would be. The front desk area was decorated with dark cherry wood and beautiful lighting. A chandelier hung from the middle of the room and the widows gleamed with the lights around the room. There was a man at the desk and he was staring at me as we walked up to check in. He was dressed in a tailored suit that looked much too expensive. He looked from Amilia to me and wrinkled his nose a little. “How may I help you today?” he asked her.Amilia slid a card from her purse across the desk and smiled. “I need a room for two please, all accommodations,” she said. The man raised his eyebrows at her and took her card. He did not say a word but he looked back over at me with a disgusted look. She did not say another word to him, she just turned to me and smiled. “Come, we need rest,” she said.I followed her to the elevator and we took it to the third floor. The room she had requested was so large. Amilia smiled at the look on my face when I saw the bed. I just wanted to throw myself down on it and sleep for a month. “There is everything you need in the bathroom. I am going to run out and get you some new clothes. What you have on will never do,” she said, as she looked me up and down once. I looked down at my clothes. I was still in the dirty jeans and white t-shirt I had been in when I was picked up by the pound hunters. The jeans, now almost black with dirt, hung loosely around my hips, the bottoms dragging on the floor as I walked. The dirt, sweat and dirt stained shirt was so big on me now, I would be able to pass as a boy, if I didn’t have my long black hair. I had not been given clothes when I got to the pound. I felt myself blush. I knew how I looked. I was well aware of that. I am going to get some clothes for you. We will get you some more stuff for later. Go get yourself cleaned up,” she said. She grabbed her keys and walked back to the door, pulling her phone out as she went.I was almost scared to be by myself. But I told myself that I had been alone for so long now and it really did not bother me as much as it did before. Amilia left and I stood there for a moment , taking in the silence. I walked to the bathroom and started a bath. There was a robe folded on the side of the sink along with a pair of slippers. I dropped a bath bomb into the water and watched the purple and pink colors swirl around.The rich smells and aromas filled my noses and I got onto the steaming water, my muscles relaxed almost instantly. I sighed and closed my eyes, the warm water felt so good on my skin. I was not sure how long I had soaked in the hot water, but I heard Amilia opening the door with her keys. I pulled the drain and got out to wrap myself in that super soft and fluffy robe. I could live in this robe. I dried my hair and walked out to where Amilia was.

Amilia was seated on the sofa, surrounded by at least fifty shopping bags. “Come sit, we have a lot to dress you in now,” she told me.

I was baffled. “You went and got all of this for me?” I asked her.

Amilia smiled. “Of course. You are no longer a slave to anyone. You’re ... you’re a pack member,” she said. There was something about the way she said that, that made me feel uneasy. I eyed her but did not move. She started by pulling out some simple laced garnets, bras and underwear. It had been a while that I had seen anything this fancy. Then again I was seventeen. “Come sit,” she commanded.I did as I was told and she started to go through the bags. She pulled out a knee length dress. It was simple satin and a beautiful shade of blue. She gazed at it for a moment then shook her head. “So much to choose from,” she sighed and set the dress aside. She continued to rummage through the bags and pull out clothes. When she pulled out a long, red, knee length dress with a black lace trim, I smiled. It was simple yet elegant. “You like this one?” she asked me.“I do,” I told her. I still was not sure if I wanted to trust her. All I knew was that I felt at ease with her. I was wrestling with the idea of trusting her. I knew nothing of her. “So, why did you pay for me. What am I to do for you?” I asked.Amilia shook her head. “You’re not mine. I did buy you, but you’re not mine. You belong to my brother, the Alpha. He is looking for pack fighters and your file said you put up quite a fight before you were sent to The Pound. Although I have to admit, you do not look like much of a fighter to me,” she said, looking me over. “No offence. I know you have been locked up for over a year, so I understand that you may not be up to par,” she said. I was annoyed now. She had a point though. I was the best scout in my pack. My old pack. My dead pack. I felt a lump rise in my chest and all I wanted to do was lay down and cry. But I shoved the feelings back down and tried to focus. “You said I had a file? What did you mean by that?” I asked.

Amilia looked, grabbed her purse and pulled out a thin file and handed it to me. I grabbed it but she did not let it go right away. “There is a lot in here that may upset you... tell me your name and you can have you file,” she said.I eyed her. “If you have my file from the pound, you should have my name,” I told her.Amilia sighed. “No, you have a number. 907717 is your number. That’s the number on the file. They did not have you down with a name at all, Just an number and some information on your background,” she told me. I sighed. I really wanted to see my file. Just for the heck of it.“FayeTamit,” I told her. “The last of the Tamit Pack.”I saw Amilia’s eyes go wide. “Tamit? You’re a Tamit?” she asked me. I should have known that news of my pack’s death would have spread fast but I had also figured it would have passed quickly. There had been no investigation into who had killed my pack. I was the lone survivor thanks to my mother.“I was the daughter to the Alpha,” I admitted. I did not know what was going to happen to me now. I wondered if whoever had killed my pack was still looking for me. Amilia sat back and stared at me for a long moment.“Well,” she said, leaning down to grab up another bag and handing me my file. I took it from her and stared at it. “This sure does change things a great deal,” she said.I waited. but she just sat there, thinking. “How so?” I asked when she said nothing.Amilia shook her head and smiled at me. “No matter. Lets get you dressed and ready to go,” she said. I watched her. And then it clicked. I was being sold. She had bought me and now she was going to sell me as a sex slave. I jumped to my feet and rushed for the bathroom. There had to be something in there I could use as a weapon.“Faye?” Amilia demanded when I slammed the door closed behind me.How could I have been so stupid. It had been too good to be true to even think I was headed in a good direction. I had been stupid, foolish. “Faye, what is the matter?”I reached and locked the door. There was no way. She would have to pull me out kicking and screaming. I considered shifting but there was not enough room in this bathroom.“Faye, I promised you no harm would come to you, remember?” she asked me through the door. I did not answer. How cold I have been this stupid? I should have seen this coming. I should have known. I looked around the room for a weapon, something to defend myself with when the others came.If she sent me back to the pound, I would die. They would not even bother taking me to a holding cell. It would be straight to the wall with me. I could just kill myself now. “Faye, please, open the door. What did I say that upset you?” Amilia asked through the door. I laughed at myself. I was weak and malnourished and much too skinny. I was more skin and bone than anything else. “Faye?”“You lied to me, Amilia. You said I would be free, but now you are dressing me up. For what?” I demanded. The panic was getting to me now. She had told me I was no longer a slave or prisoner. Perhaps I had misunderstood her.I heard Amilia sigh. “I am dressing you up to meet the Alpha, yes, but it is not for the reasons you think,” she insisted. “We are always looking for new pack members to fight but that is not why I came for you,” she continued when I said nothing. I bit my lip. “Then why? Why did you come for me?” I asked my hand on the door now. Despite what was staring me in the face, I still trusted her. There was just something inside me that was telling me to trust her, no matter what. It made no sense. “Because, I saw you in a vision, when you were at the pound. I saw you there and then I saw you fighting at my side sometime in the very near future,” she said. This made me open the door and look at her.“What do you mean you saw me? I have never seen you before today,” I answered.

Alimia nodded. “This is true. But I can see wheat has yet to happen, what is yet to come,” she said. I stared at her, thinking. “Also, you should know, I am Elijah’s sister. So at least you will know one person, right?”“Then why were you so surprised when I told you I was the daughter of the Tamit Pack? The Tamit’s were one of the biggest packs around, and we were defeated almost overnight,” I reminded her. The pain of that night ripped through me once more. I felt tears spring to my eyes. I was just a play thing to others now. That was my life now. I just needed to accept that. The sooner the better. “I only said I saw where you were, not who you are,” she reminded me. “Faye, I am your friend. It may not seem like it to you right now, but I am trying to help you.”I watched her. “Why am I meeting the Alpha?” I asked. There had to be a reason. A reason I had to hear for myself. Otherwise I would not believe her. However when Amilia spoke again, I felt like I was frozen, in a dream, unable to move. I stared at her, her lips moving, but I was unable to hear her. Amilia bit her lip. “I saw you as his queen... You are to be the next Luna,” she answered me.