Chapter 1 - The End or The Beginning?

A Chapter by DragonMaster

Beep Beep Beep Drogana grunts as she hits the floor.

“Mmmmm,” She groans and holds her hand to her forehead “what time is it? 4:00? MOM!”

She heard her mother's footsteps as she ran up the stairs. “I thought I heard you roll out of bed.” Her mother said when she saw Drogana on the floor.

“Whatever… why did you set my alarm clock to 4 in the morning?”

“We’re moving, remember?”

Drogana’s eyes widen and she quickly gets up off the floor “I need to pack, call my friends, say goodbye to Ryan!” She zips to her phone and pulls up the messaging app. “Right, I did that last night…”

Her mother smiles and says “There is one thing that you didn’t do…” She holds up a dark red suitcase with pictures from around the town and of her friends taped all over the pockets.

“Thanks, Mom.” Drogana smiles as she takes the suitcase from her mother and starts packing. When her mother goes to finish packing her stuff, Drogana lets out a long sigh.

Her mother can be a bit nosey sometimes but she means well. Shes gonna find out at some point. She finishes packing an hour later but before she heads out with her mom she touches the top of her head to make sure that her wolf ears aren't showing and checks for her tail in the mirror. When she's satisfied she wraps her hand around the leather handle and goes out to join her mom in the rental truck.

“Where are we even moving to Mom?” Drogana asked for the thousandth time since her mom told her they’re moving.

“To a safer place…” Her mother's face goes grim as they enter a forest, her eyes darting from the road to the trees surrounding them, “away from the... the monsters. The ones that wish to see the world burn.I want you to know I don’t hate all of the hybrids, just the ones that want chaos. If you ever became a hybrid I would still love you up until the point you want the world to burn.”

“Mom, about that…”

“About what?”

“About me turning into a hybrid…” Drogana lets her ears and tail show. “It happened a week ago… I don’t know why or how but it did.”

“You’re always asking me how your father died and I always say he died in a plane…”

“Which we both know is bull…”

“It is, he died from the fire hybrids. He didn’t like the fires or the chaos. Not like the other wolves, he wanted to save and use the forests. He convinced them after he died, but they use it for the wrong reason… ” She tells me, her eyes blank, “He was a hybrid, but not the same as the fires. He was a natural alpha, meaning he could detect the hybrids. The closer they were they brighter a flame his ears and tail got.”

“Dad was a… hybrid? Is that why you never have any pictures of him? So I wouldn’t know?”

“I thought I was protecting you…”

“What does that mean?”

“There are two primal groups that every hybrid falls under. Hunter and Hunted. You are Hunted. We’re going to live with your aunt, my sister to teach how to be the first in both… I will not allow you to meet the same fate as your father.”

“Wait… did you know I was a hybrid?”

“No, but I knew that you would become a hybrid soon.”

I start to smell smoke and look in the rearview mirror to find my ears and tail blazing and a car following us. “They’re here. Why am I hunted?”

“The hybrids don’t like natural alphas… or their pups… “

“But I’m not a pup. I’m a teen…”

“Children, offspring whatever”

“Oh…” Her mother starts to speed up when Drogana looks to see the driver as Ryan sitting with all of her friends. “Wait Mom slow down and stop”

“Why?”

“It’s Ryan and the gang…”

She pulls over and walks out of the car. “Since when were you all hybrids?”

“Since last week” Drogana responds walking out of the car.

“Oh no…” Her mother says

“What?” Drogana asks

“Everyone in the car…” Her mother says quickly as she walks to the car.

“Seriously?” Ryan says

“Mom, what’s going on?”

“Just get in the car!” As she says this a coarse howl sounds from the forest.

“Getting in!” Ryan yelps hearing the howl.

When everyone is the car Drogana asks her mother “What will the car do… you know a car is too slow to outrun a hybrid.”

“Not this one,” her mother responds, her voice shaky, “, you 5 signal the coming of the natural fires, not the ones the fire hybrids bring… the ones that end the world as we know it.”

“WAIT, WHAT?” Linda shouts from the back, “What does us becoming hybrids have to do with the end of the world?”

“Everything,” My mother responds her voice low and quiet.