The Hybrid Lover

he bar, and the distance between them was not ceased to widen. Her heart was beating stronger at every stage she crossed. He h

. He advanced a quick step, as if everything that concerned him was the road to follow. He did not turn aroun

that voice which, at the bottom of her, whispered to flee, to turn around,

thread ready to break. Juliette stopped in

aid in a low voice

Her eyes, bending again, fixed it

sappeared between the shadows of the trees. Juliette hesitated for a moment, but the c

e air was heavy, almost tangible, as if th

if something heavy had just landed on the ground. A bl

mi

was like an invisible force that concentrated in front of it. H

d. He praised slightly, as if an invisible pressure was destroying him. Juliette co

while his muscles seemed to contract under his skin.

houghtful. She couldn't look her eyes. Instead, she sank i

w himself on

ceral, primitive sound, which seemed to come from hell itself. Juliette took a st

pale, seemed to tear up under pressure. Dark hairs began to push on his arms, his face, while his body

ectator of a scene that she would never have thought possible. Damien's body changed before his eyes, the mu

as no longer human, not completely, but not yet completely an a

was not only the pain that marked this transformation. It was a r

denly, he

nded on her. The pain was still present on his face, but he seemed to sta

ed by a whirlwind of contradictory emotions. She had seen the unthinkable. She had

d almost as quickly as they appeared. The transformation process had stopped halfway,

slightly. Her eyes, now of a

whispered, a strang

h what they had just shared, heavy with what she had seen and what she was going to h

transformation herself. And yet, deep down, a questio

sing himself, as if each movement was a fight against something bigger than him. The claws had disappeared, but something remained i

hybrid form, was still too strange so that she could grasp all the reality of what he had just shown him. But he was no longer the man she

rse voice, almost torn apart by the effor

too busy. She was not ready to hear that. How could he ... How could it be that? A werewol

ng on. But he stared at her, without detours, with an intensity that she had

, his broken voice. It's not a choice

telling her. The creature that was hiding in him ... She had trouble accepting it. This world, this wo

s step. All she knew was that she needed answers, th

te turned, but before she could react, human voices, distant bu

there!

ed on Juliette, for a moment, before turning to the voices again. A group of men approached, arme

kin. She understood. They came for him. They knew what it was, and they wanted to d

... Wha

to her, his body stretching, his features hardening. He grabbed her

d his authoritari

led trying to regroup to surround him. But Damien was far too fast for them. A sudden movement, and one of them was project

was played in front of her. She didn't have time to understand everything that wa

in the cold air of the forest, but Juliette could not look away. She was petrified, unable to move. She saw Damie

re he was able to insist, Damien was already on him, sending him waltzing against a tree wit

he said, calmer, b

he ground tremble under their feet. The cries, the sounds of struggle, everything had become a porridge of discordant sounds, a cacophony

straight, his fists tight, his eyes staring at the last opponents. The men recovered, his gaze frightened

ved and horrified. The scene of violence she had just seen would never leave her.

slowly, his eyes

he whispered. This w

unable to go out. All she could do was observe. And realize that