Hybrid !

Arya Vandaryn

A frightened girl runs through the dense forest under the cold, glaring full moon. The branches and leaves snap beneath her feet as she sprints, her breath ragged, her heart pounding in her chest. Large animals stalk close, their presence haunting her every step. She glances back, eyes wide with terror, and sees it—the monster is still chasing her. Panic floods her veins, and in that moment of distraction, she trips. Her leg catches on a broken branch, sending her tumbling down a small cliff, rolling painfully to the bottom.

Bruised and breathless, she scrambles to her feet, desperate to keep moving. But as she turns her head forward, the sight before her freezes her in place. The monster she had been running from now stands right in front of her. Its eyes—bloodshot and glowing, the whites smeared with crimson, and the pupils an eerie, yellow hue. The creature is a wolf, but its size rivals that of a tiger.

She stands paralyzed, terror locking her muscles. Why can't I move? Her body begins to heat up, as if she's been sitting too close to a campfire for hours. She realizes, with a jolt of horror, that she is standing before a werewolf. Its breath, cold as snow, billows out in clouds, while its mouth waters with foul-smelling saliva. The werewolf's jaws open wide, and she stands there, helpless.

In a snap, Arya awakens from the nightmare, gasping, her body still heated from the fear. She feels momentarily relieved but can't shake the lingering sensation that it was real. Turning to her left, she sees her sister still asleep, clutching a unicorn doll. Arya breathes easier, grateful that everything is as it should be. She plugs her AirPods into her ears, listening to Brooklyn Baby as she tries to fall back asleep.

Enzo Vandaryn

The next morning, the sun rises as usual, and Enzo wakes up with a groan of disappointment. Today, he has to work on a group assignment—one filled with girls, which he dreads. He doesn't know how to talk to girls like other guys do. He grabs his nerdy, thick glasses and puts them on, mentally preparing himself for school.

Enzo's father, Luther, is already getting ready for work. Their home has felt incomplete for as long as Enzo can remember. His mother died when he was just three years old, so he barely has any memories of her. He's never known the warmth of a mother's love.

Meanwhile, Arya notices a small patch of blood on her cousin sister Bonnie's bed as she gets up. Bonnie emerges from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, greeting her with a cheerful, "Good morning, darling." Arya doesn't ask about the blood, assuming it's just Bonnie's time of the month.

Enzo heads to school on his bike, and as usual, he spots his cousin Diego, riding on the back of a friend's motorbike, looking cool as always. Arya, Diego's sister, arrives shortly after, looking as pretty as ever. She walks up to Enzo, who is still parking his bike. Though he towers over her, their bond is strong. Dona tells him about the boy she has a crush on, and Enzo listens, as he always does. Unlike Diego, who doesn't care much about Dona's problems, Enzo treasures their sibling-like relationship.

After walking Dona to her class, Enzo heads to his own and takes his usual seat in the third row. He's not a nerd, but he's not part of the cool crowd either—he fits somewhere in between. His class, though filled with the typical teenage drama, is united, and bullying is rare.

The dreaded group assignment arrives. Enzo sits silently with the girls, answering their questions with shy, awkward glances, occasionally shaking with nervousness. He avoids eye contact, preferring to quietly complete his part of the work. Finally, the period ends, and Enzo is relieved to escape to the cafeteria.

He joins the nerdy kids for lunch, while Diego is off with the cool crowd. Dona joins Enzo, as usual, much to the quiet envy of Joshua, one of Enzo's friends, who harbors a secret crush on her. They chat about the upcoming annual celebration, and Enzo, like always, listens to Dona's problems, feeling a strange mix of pride and insecurity when Joshua joins the conversation.

Bonnie Vandaryn

The moon was hidden tonight, swallowed by thick clouds, the kind that made the world feel smaller, more oppressive. The shadows in the room seemed deeper, darker than usual. Bonnie sat in the single wooden chair in the center, surrounded by sharp objects she had long since grown accustomed to. The knives, the tools, they were nothing to her now—just like the blood on her bed this morning. Donna hadn't noticed, thank the gods, but sooner or later, her sister would know. She couldn't be kept in the dark forever.

Bonnie's phone buzzed beside her, the screen lighting up with "Sister" under Donna's picture, her smile bright but distant in Bonnie's mind now. She answered, trying to steady herself.

"Hey, are you coming home tonight, or staying over at Arya's again like yesterday?" Donna's voice was curious but casual, as though she didn't notice the strain in Bonnie's tone.

"I'll be staying at a friend's house," Bonnie lied easily, her voice steady, as if the lie itself had become routine. She hung up before Donna could dig deeper, before her sister's natural concern could unravel the lies Bonnie had been so carefully weaving. Donna didn't need to know the truth. Not yet.

The door creaked open, and Evelyn entered the room, her presence as sharp and cold as the knives lining the walls. Her pale fingers grazed one of the blades, a soft scrape of metal against metal.

"You need to tell her, you know," Evelyn said, her voice smooth but firm. "The truth about this world. About who you are. It's going to come for her, no matter how much you try to protect her."

Bonnie swallowed, the weight of Evelyn's words settling like a stone in her chest. She wanted to protect Donna. She had always been the strong one, the one who bore the burden so her sister didn't have to. But the truth... it would shatter Donna. It would break everything they had left.

"I don't know how," Bonnie admitted, her voice softer than she intended.

Evelyn's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "You will, when the time comes." And with that, she turned and left, leaving Bonnie alone in the dark, as she so often was.

The creature in the corner stirred, its breath low and deep, rumbling in the quiet like a distant storm. Its eyes—those same terrifying, bloodshot eyes from Donna's nightmare—glowed faintly in the darkness. The whites of its eyes were smeared with crimson, and the pupils burned a sickly yellow, like embers from a dying fire. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf—the size of a tiger, its massive form hidden in the shadows, watching her, waiting.

Bonnie met its gaze, unafraid. The fear she had once felt had long since faded. Now, it was just... normal. Her body no longer trembled in its presence, even as its breath filled the room with cold air, as icy as the snow.

"We've got all night," Bonnie muttered to the beast, her eyes heavy with exhaustion but her heart hardened by necessity. She wasn't the scared girl she used to be. The world had seen to that. No, Bonnie was something else now—something stronger. And soon, Donna would have to face the truth, whether she was ready or not.