Feral Mate

Her letter was simple, and maybe if any of the guards had found it, they might have let it through. But I saw what she wasn’t saying, and I knew I had to get to her.

Thunder rolls over my head, and lightning strikes in the distance, illuminating the little house in the woods. It’s not too long now and I’ll be there.

When I’m close, I slow down and watch for danger. Slowly, I make my way around the cabin and scent the area. There are a few strange scents that I don’t recognize, but they aren’t fresh. Still, I don’t make a sound as I approach the cabin cautiously.

I’m something my pack calls a hybrid when I shift. I still keep the body shape of my human form, but everything else about me is a wolf. I’m covered in dark fur, and my hands have claws, but my face has wolf-like features. That’s what some find the most disturbing and part of the reason I was sent to the compound. Wolf packs don’t like anyone to be different, and the fact that I was a feral hybrid made me dangerous.