Obsessed Hybrid

“My love for you won’t fade,” Landon whispered. He brought his lips close and brushed them against hers and continued, “I will forever love you."

“I don’t deserve you,” Jessica flashed a soft smile, trying to dispute how unworthy she was to have Landon. She brought her mouth closer to his ears and whispered, “Your love will change me.”

Her parents once told her to look out for love, even in her darkest moments. Jessica McCormick comes from a long line of powerful pack of villains. Tonight, under the light of the full moon, they will be opening their doors to someone new.

Landon, feeling confused, tried to smile away his perplexed look. He couldn’t help but ask, “How will my love change you, positively or negatively?”

“Positively,” she blinked and smiled at the same time. “You are perfect for me and so is your love.”

Her life has been a life of remorse, hatred, and anger. In her lies darkness only she could see. When she triggered her wolf gene, she couldn’t control her rage.

“I can’t afford to live without you,” Landon grinned. “This is why I accepted to be like you.”

Life has screwed Landon over and over. Meeting Jessica McCormick was a turnaround for him. Finding out she transforms into a wolf, changes everything he used to believe in. Born into a wealthy family, he’s a religious type. He could have walked away on the night he saw Jessica shape-shifting into a wolf; instead, his love for her got the best of him.

“Likewise,” Jessica smiled.

Tonight is the best night she will ever witness. To be together with her, Landon asked her to turn him into a werewolf. Tonight is the night he gets to meet the rest of the pack to trigger his newly acquired werewolf gene.

“We should get going before the moon reaches its epic,” he said cheerfully. “I am sure everyone will be out by now to receive me into the pack.”

“Of course,” Jessica smiled softly. “I love you, Landon.” She threw her arms around him and squeezed him into her arms.

Landon wrapped his arms around her, “I love you too,” he whispered.

***

It rained two nights ago. As Landon stepped out of his black SUV, the latest model in town, the smell of the damp moss brushed against his nose. In all his years of life, he hates nature and nature hates him.

Jessica stepped out, walked up to him and held his hand, “Are you ready for this?” she flashed a dazzling smile. This wasn’t the life she wanted for him, but since he had chosen to walk this path with her, she couldn’t help but accept it.

Landon sighed with relief, like one who has a lot to get off his chest. He glanced at her, “Let’s do this.”

When he requested to be turned into a werewolf, Jessica tried to dissuade him. She told him about the agonizing part of it that comes with the transformation on every full moon, especially for the first-timers who are to trigger their werewolf gene.

The crunch of the leaves underneath their feet drew the attention of the pack that was already waiting around the fire for their arrival.

The wind whistling through the leaves carried along the smell of damp wood after rainfall.

“They are here,” announced the omega that was to usher them in. He held the flaming torch above as he led the way. On getting closer to the pack circled around the fire, he stretched out his hand and halted Jessica, “You can’t go further.”

Jessica glanced at him; a confused look crossed her face. “What are you talking about?” She was certain that the ritual involved her as she was the one who had sired him. Her blood is needed to trigger his gene if at all they want him to be loyal to the pack.

“You can’t go further,” the omega repeated. His words were tiny but harsh.

Something seems off with tonight’s gathering under the light of the full moon. If, by the time the moon reaches its epic and the ritual has not been carried out, Landon will trigger his gene and will not be tied to the pack in loyalty.

Jessica’s face became distorted with rage, “Step aside,” she gnawed with hate in her eyes.

“What’s going on here?” Landon stared with mixed feelings. “Isn’t she supposed to…”

His words were pushed back to his throat as his gaze was drawn to glowing red eyes stalking through the bush.

He lumped in his throat as his gaze widened toward the direction. “We’re being watched,” he squeezed out softly.

Jessica flicked around, following the direction of Landon’s gaze, it was clear that something was off about tonight’s full moon. She felt that someone familiar was watching. Before she could realize that her uncle, Rick, was not among the werewolves that had gathered around the fire for the ritual, a werewolf, fully transformed, leaped out from the bush.

The scent of the wolf is familiar to her but unfamiliar with him charging toward them at the speed of a speeding train.

“Landon!” she called out, “Get behind me,” she stood her ground, wanting to protect Landon.

Before she could get into action, she was gripped by the omega, “There won’t be any ritual tonight,” said the omega.

She squirmed, crying out in a raspy voice, “Let go of me!”

Landon picked up the flaming torch the omega dropped, as he was about to fight off the omega with it, the rest of the pack ganged against him. They seized him and held him down.

Jessica’s nostrils flared as she continued to struggle to free herself from the omega’s grip. She couldn’t believe her pack turned against her. “You are my family, why do this?” her eyes blurred with tears.

Landon gasped in horror as the unknown werewolf stood beside him. His heavy sniffing at him made his heart sink further. It’s now clear it was a werewolf stalking in the bush with glowing eyes.

Jessica wasn’t wrong about the scent she previously perceived from the werewolf. It’s a familiar one but heartbreaking to see it was her uncle Rick as he takes his human form, standing over Landon.

He glanced over his shoulder, “I am sorry, niece, but we should keep membership strictly to the family tree.”

Before she could say, “What are you talking about?” Rick’s fingers grew into claws and his teeth into fangs. Without hesitation, he sank his fangs into Landon’s neck and buried his claws in his abdomen.

Landon’s eyes gleamed with horror. His limbs went limp as the night closed up on Landon forever.

Jessica’s face contorted with rage, she clenched her jaws. Her eyes hardened and narrowed into slits against her uncle, “What have you done?”

The more she fights to free herself from the omega’s grip, the more he tightens his grip on her. In her fit of rage, she wants to take on her uncle and everyone around her.

Her struggle for revenge was quenched immediately with an injection of wolfsbane. She was rendered weak and vulnerable as the omega lowered her next to her deceased boyfriend.

“Pack up, wolves, we are leaving New Orleans,” declared Rick.

Rick McCormick is the younger brother of Jessica’s father. He became the alpha of their pack after the mysterious death of his elder brother.

Their family has a long history of harming people and being cruel, but Jessica never anticipated her family would turn against her. She did speak to her uncle about Landon, and he agreed to do the ritual that would link his loyalty to their pack. The night took a wrong turn for her instead.

Jessica crawled closer to Landon’s lifeless body. She’s sad and subdued. Not letting the effect of the wolfsbane keep her down, she took Landon’s cold arm and placed it closer to her chest.

She convulsively catches her breath. “I will avenge you,” she barely squeezed out, choking with emotions.

The right to be the leader of her pack fell on her after her father’s death, but her uncle took that away from her. Now, he has taken away the love of her life. There was nothing she could think of but revenge.

*** Two Days Later ***

Jessica drove through the wrought iron fence and grave border, and stone angels and pulled over under a fig tree. She stepped out of her white SUV purchased for her by Landon on her 23rd birthday last year.

She sighed with relief and started walking down the path to where she buried Landon. As she walks past many marble headstones in hues of white, black, and gray, her gaze is immediately drawn to the concrete tombstone of Landon.

The concrete tombstone is stained with blood. Without hesitation, she tossed away the flower in her hand and sprinted through the stone angels, her heart pounding and her breath ragged.

Her eyes widened with shock on seeing the piled stand next to the casket she buried Landon with. Someone must have dug him out. She quickly reached out to the casket and opened it, revealing more blood and no corpse. Her jaw drops in disbelief.

Her mind raced with thoughts: ‘Did it mean he wasn’t dead, to begin with?’ Or did Uncle Rick come to take his body or what?’

Jessica couldn’t place her mind on anything, but she was certain he had died. She couldn’t hear any heartbeat with her enhanced wolf hearing ability when she lay beside him two nights ago.

‘If he’s alive, he would have called by now,’ her mind continued to race with thoughts.

She inspected the blood stain on the casket carefully and the one on the concrete tombstone. She sniffs on them over and over, but the scent of the blood isn’t familiar. “This isn’t Landon’s blood,” she said as she continued to glance around like one wanting not to be seen by anyone.

After all, she cleaned up Landon’s blood before burying him. Thrusting her hand into her pocket, she pulled out her phone and started sliding through her call log, checking for any missed calls.

*** Two days ago: 11: 45 Pm ***

As the groundskeeper of the graveyard was going about his normal business, he heard a quick, often unsteady, burst of sounds coming from behind a concrete tombstone. He tried to ignore it but couldn’t. This is the first time in his 20-year career he hear such a sound at the odd hour.

He positioned his shovel, steadied his torchlight toward the direction and slowly made his way.

“Hello, anybody there?” he inquired.

He is quite a brave man, but tonight, under the light of the full moon, things that go bump in the night are inevitable. The continuous rattling sound makes his heart sink with each step he takes closer to the concrete tombstone.

The closer he got, the louder the quick, often unsteady, burst of sounds grew louder and closer to his ears. “Anyone there?” he inquired once more. “You are not supposed to be here!”

As he peered through the concrete tombstone, his eyes were drawn to a hand forcing its way through the sand. He became petrified, exclaiming, “Fuck me.”

He didn’t know what to do, whether to run or help. He’s caught between two options. His trembling dropped the shovel and hovered over his chest, afraid to take another step, he continued to flash his torchlight at the struggling hand.

The groundskeeper continued to watch in a petrified manner when he noticed something weirder. A head gasped its way through the sand.

“Bloody hell,” exclaimed the groundskeeper. “Someone is back from hell.”

At this time, he felt the urge to help. He quickly lowered his torchlight, picked up his shovel and started digging around the head for easy access to the body.

“Hold on buddy,” he said, “I will pull you out from hell.”

After a thorough digging, he helped Landon out and laid him closer by the concrete tombstone. He couldn’t believe his eyes. ‘Could someone have buried him alive, or he just came back from the dead?’ he thought to himself.

He couldn’t help but show his curiosity, “Did you die or buried alive?”

Landon glanced at him, showing gratitude before he opened his mouth and barely said, “Both.”

“Both?” the groundskeeper widened his eyes, feeling confused. This isn’t making sense to him. “What do you mean both?”

Landon’s heart began to pant heavily as he opened his mouth to catch his breath. Something is taking a new form in him. All he could hear around him was the blood pumping fast through the veins of the groundskeeper.

This is not supposed to happen. He’s feeling hunger for blood. When he raised his face toward the groundskeeper, his eyes glowed red. His teeth grew into pointy sharp fangs.

“Bloody hell!” the groundskeeper cried out. As he flicked to run, he tripped and fell inside the casket.

Landon steeled to his feet. He moved faster than his eyes could see. Gripping the groundskeeper, he went for his aorta, which is the largest blood vessel in the body. When he has had his fill, he tosses the body into the casket and wipes his lips.

He inhales with his eyes shut, “This feels good.”

"I can testify to that," a prudish voice said.

Landon turned sharply, beholding a gorgeous lady, dressed up for a ball dance.