Mark of a Hybrid

One night. Just one single night of sitting around a fire with a bunch of people I didn't want to be with, but I got emotionally blackmailed into it by PJ, so I didn't have much of a choice. I was even surprised he and Zack still wanted to be friends with me, after all these years of me isolating myself from them.

Tonight I still kept me to myself. Walking around the fire where everyone was gathered and soon standing closer to the fire where I was alone. PJ and Zack weren't around anymore and I didn't have someone to keep me company. Not that I needed someone to keep me company in anyway.

I sat down on a log and took out phone. Tonight was also the night of a full moon and it was normally nights like these where werwolves found their mates. Looking around I saw how all the girls were over the guys, waiting for that one moment or any sign that that guy could possibly be the ones. Maybe werewolves were lucky to know that there was that one person out there waiting to be united with them. I on the other hand, believed that I was cursed. There was honestly no way I would get a mate.

The fire did feel nicely warm and I thought that being here wasn't too bad since nobody was really bothering me and reading another Wattpad novel would be enough to help time pass. I was enjoying peace, until someone came sitting next to me and when I looked, it just had to be that one person. That one last person, I wanted to come and sit next to me.

Greghard Altman, or as the ladies love to call him, Wolfy. Oh, the guy had it all. He had the looks, the charms, including that mysterious bad boy vibe that would make any hormonal shewolf melt at the sight of him. He was cocky and arrogant, and last but not least, he was a vampire. Vampire and witches never mixed well.

“I didn’t think I’d find you here.” He said.

I looked at him and then looked around, even wondering if he was talking to me. Blue eyes, long dark hair, a squared jaw and a body to top it off. I mean I had to admit that he did have the looks at some point, but I was never one to openly accept that and even if I did, he wasn't my type. Did I even have a type.

I still had to answer his questions and deciding not to be rude, because that's what I promised Angeline, I thought of the shortest and nicest thing to say. “Well...the more the merrier I guess...”

He only gave me a smile and also started to stare into the fire. I on the other hand, looked back at my phone. I didn't want things to get too awkward and even hoped for something to come along that would distract the guy and swoop him away.

Instead, he remained seated next to me and pretty soon the rest of the crowd all came to sit around the fire.

“Hey!” I heard the voice of a female.