The Rejected Tribrid

r way to the party venue, we find ourselves in a stunning garden illuminated by twinkling fairy lights and vibr

cated attire. Walking through the garden, we are met with warm greetings and happy birthda

he music reverberates through the air, encouraging everyone to join in the celebration and revel in the moment. Clair an

lab, their gaze still holding an air of intrigue. Despite a sense of unease creeping over me, I politely excuse myself from Clair and decide to appro

d, trying to keep the

ace beneath the hood. Recognition sparks in my mind-it's Dr. Whitaker

nger to his lips, gesturing for me to follow. Intrigued an

there that Dr. Whitaker finally speaks, his voice low and urgent. "You're in danger. Seek your parents and get hi

cking pack? My heart races as I try to make sense of his cryptic warning. Without he

just as Alpha Quinto

as I feel the shocks run th

whisper

d to trash like you!" Quinton bellows ou

Obsidian Pack reject you. Sava

don't do thi

. NOW!" He yells as t

on, Alpha Quinton Larow." I cry out

thered around us. Quinton's betrayal echoes through my mind, leaving me feeling exposed. I can't shake the weight o

link up at her, tears stinging my eyes. She holds out a hand to help

nything about anything anymore." I w

rms open. Rushing into her arms, I let my tears fall. "Shh

the dense trees, sending a shiver down our spines. In that moment, my mom's protective instincts kick in, and she grabs my hand, her voice trembling with urgency. "We need to hide you, sweetheart," she excl

y. I quickly regain my balance, before turning around to see her and dad stand

, "We love you, sweetheart." With a heavy heart, I watch as they rush back towards

e second door. With a trembling hand, I open it and step inside, locking it securely be

uncertainty of the situation unfolding above me. In the bunker's darkness, the events of the evening replay in my mind,

comfort. Its cool metal against my skin grounds me into reality, reminding me of

The muffled sounds of commotion from above filter down to me, intensifying my anx

!" My parents' mind-link me just as their

shock. As one after another, the pack bonds snap j

man and live for me!" Clair says th

u are the last of our pack," Alpha Tr

ht of the crumbled structure. The air grows heavy with the pungent scent of smoke assaulting my senses, wh

th, as my heart beats with an intensity akin to a desperate drumbeat. Every fiber of my be

However, with each futile attempt, the pain coursing through my body intensifies, shooting through me like electric shocks, serving as a cruel reminder of my vulnerability and h

almost unbearable. The eerie silence that now fills the air, replacing the once comforting sounds of life, is a haunting reminder of the destruction that has taken plac

sper as I give up on living. I mean, what's the point? My parents, f