17: Me
Mate. He called her mate! "You're a werewolf..."
The corner of his lips quirked up. "Tri-breed. But you can consider me a werewolf since my allegiance lies with my father's pack."
Lara watched Noah in awe as he stepped away from her and went to pour himself a drink.
"A Tri-breed..." So, he's mixed blood just like herself. She thought she was the only freak in the world.
"Yes." Noah nodded in agreement with her. "My father's a hybrid- a successful mix between a vampire and a werewolf, while my mother's human."
"Wow." Now she really had to assess everything she ever knew.
Lara thought she was the only one who's torn apart between two worlds. And meeting a person who has three different bloodlines flowing in his veins, she wondered if he ever felt the same loneliness she felt, knowing that they're different from the rest of their kind.
