Aura: The Lost Hybrid

My life was amazing before my father died. After he died, everything changed. My father was the Alpha of all Alpha's of the werewolf packs around the world. He had a very important position, and he didn't take it lightly. Growing up, even though my father was very busy, he made an effort to be there as much as he could. It was just us at that point. My mother died giving birth to me. The labor was too strenuous on her body, even if she was a witch, she couldn't withstand the damage that was caused by the grim labor. My father used to tell me that when he laid eyes on my mother, he knew she was his mate. It didn't matter to him that she was a witch, all he knew was that the moon goddess blessed him with someone amazing and he never wanted to let her go. My father used to tell me that my mother knew that it was a possibility of her dying if she went through with the labor, but she didn't care. He said all she cared about was meeting me and spending a lifetime together. It was an easy grieving process with my mother because I didn't get to know her growing up. Don't get me wrong, it still hurt like hell not having her, but it was so much easier than losing my father. My father was my rock, my protector, and the only family I had left. Several years before my father died, he met a woman named Stephanie and fell in love again. I was around the age of twelve when they met each other. He met her when he went to another pack to discuss combat tactic strategies for dealing with the rogues. Stephanie was one of her pack's teacher's for the children. She also had two children from a mate who was killed about three years before. They fell into love very fast, even being a child I knew how fast it was moving. Her and her two kids moved in months later, and it was like all traces of my mother were gone from our palace. I think that was the first day I started grieving my father, because that was the day he started dying. Stephanie herself wasn't mean, well atleast I thought she wasn't at the time. But her kids were the devil spawns themselves! Her oldest son, Jeffery, was fifteen, and her younger daughter, Beatrice, was thirteen at the time when they moved in. They treated me like trash when I was royalty. I used to try and talk to my dad about it, but he would just write it off as sibling rivalry and games. But it wasn't, it was so much more than that. They hated me with every fiber in their being. I'm the only living hybrid. It was my father and I before he died, but it's just me now. My father died trying to keep the secret about me being alive. Mixing of the species was forbidden and looked down upon. So once people saw that my father got mated and changed, inheriting some witch powers from my mother, war was upon us. My father was able to control the naysayers and savages, but there will always be the ones hiding in the shadows waiting to take me out just for living and breathing. I think over time people got used to my father being a hybrid, but that wasn't true. Somebody slaughtered him just for being different. Now I live with that pain everyday while living as a prisoner. After my father died, things really changed around the palace. Once the connection was broken after my father died, I broke down. It was a disaster! I was so distraught, I caused a hurricane and a snow storm all in one night. My stepmother Stephanie totally showed her true colors and turned into the evil temptress you always read about in fairytales and locked me up. Don't get me wrong, locking me up was probably the best thing they could do at that moment. I was angry. So angry that I wanted to destroy everything and hoped it would make me feel better. I knew it wouldn't, but I didn't care, I just needed to feel anything but pain. After three weeks went by of me being down in the dungeons locked up, I was ready to face the world and start grieving healthily. Once I brought word to my step mother about my decision, she personally came and talked to me in the dungeons. That was the day I learned my stepmother was queen. There has never been a woman as Alpha of all Alpha's. My father was training me to take his place when that day would come. He taught me combat training ever since I could walk. Even though he knew the council would never let me take his place, he had faith that I still would. I was a great fighter til Stephanie and her kids entered the picture. Stephanie always put it in my fathers head that I was uncontrollable and dangerous. He never really listened to her until incidents with her kids started happening. Jefferey and Beatrice started provoking me into fighting back. I couldn't take the pranks and games they played trying to physically hurt me. So I fought back and won obviously, because I'm more powerful. Now I see that it was all just a ploy to get my father to see what she wanted him to see. My father and I's relationship started crumbling after that. He spent less time with me, and more time away on business. Which meant I was stuck with my evil stepmother and her devil spawns she called children. Thank goddess I had my best friend, Crystal. She was older than me, being that she was a vampire, but she was always there for me no matter how old I was. You see, my father took in any supernatural into his pack, as long as we could keep the peace among each other, all was welcome. My father only saw love, nothing else. He was a good man and I miss him everyday. Crystal joined the pack when I was around six so she's been there through a lot. She needed protection from vampire hunters that were chasing in on her. After my father took her in and dealt with the hunter problem, he gave her a choice to stay if she wanted too. And she took it, which I was so happy about. Crystal was almost like a second mom to me in a way. A second mom who was a vampire and looked twenty five and drop dead gorgeous. Before my father died, Stephanie started trying to create havoc among the pack with each other. Creating a divide between the vampires and the wolves, being the true evil b***h she was. Once I learned that Stephanie was queen, I also learned that all the vampires and witches got sent packing elsewhere. It broke my heart knowing Crystal was off somewhere fending for herself. But she didn't need my pity, she could take care of herself. It was the other's i'm worried about. All the women and children that got kicked out. I was drowning in so much pain from my father dying that I didn't even feel the pain of the others. After Stephanie told me all of this, she told me I had my own choice I had to make. I could either play nice and be a slave to them or I would spend my long life in the dungeons of my family palace. I obviously chose to play nice, but I had other plans in mind. Stephanie had tricks up her sleeve that I didn't expect. Here I was thinking as soon as they let their guard down, I would break out of this prison. But before I could actually do that, Stephanie slapped a magical bracelet on me that suppressed my powers. The bracelet dug into my skin, sinking deep into my flesh. I tried forever trying to break it off, but nothing worked. I was killing myself slowly trying to break free. I couldn't sleep for days after that happened. I felt so weak and helpless. I was fourteen when all of this happened. I honestly didn't want to live at that point, but the only thing I had left to keep fighting for was revenge. Revenge for the people who killed my father. Revenge on Stephanie for tearing our pack apart and tearing me and my father apart. Now today, at eighteen, I wait for that day of revenge.