The Hybrid Queen Unedited

I rushed around my room, throwing last minute things into my backpack. I grabbed my phone and charger and walked to the door. I’d had just enough time to change out of my dress and into a pair of leggings and a crop top. Amilia waited for me in the hallway. She was fidgeting by the time I returned to her. I knew Elijah would be looking for me any moment now. I threw up a block in my mind, the strongest one I could muster and followed Amilia down the hall and into her room.

“Why are we here?” I demanded.

Amilia turned to face me as she pressed her hands against the far wall of her room. It gave way, revealing a dark tunnel. It was not dark to me, however. I was a wolf. Seeing in the dark and running in the dark was second nature to me. “Because this is our way out!” she said. I nodded and we both jumped when there was a knock at the door. “Amilia, we are looking for Faye, have you seen her?” came Collin’s voice from behind the door. Amilia ushered us into the small, dark hallway and pulled the secret wall closed behind her. “Be quiet!” she hissed and then her bedroom door opened. Collin and four other men walked into the room. Collin sighed. “They are not here!” he said aggravated. “Check the bathrooms again! I want them found before we find Larson!” he snapped. The men filed out of the room, followed by Collin who slammed the door closed. Amilia and I waited another second before we moved. We let out a sigh of relief and then started down the hallway. “So where is this path taking us?” I hissed at her. Amilia glanced back at me. “To the sewers. From there we will follow the left wall to the forest where my car is waiting for us,” she said. I nodded. I felt bad for leaving not so much as a note for Elijah. I knew he would be leaving right about now though. Perhaps he had already left? I sighed. Given how quick we had run to my room and then vanished down this hallway I knew we could not be that lucky. As we rounded a corner, we froze when we heard someone talking. Yelling.

"They had to have come this way! I can hardly see any tracks but I can still smell them! Follow me!” Summer called. There was a shuffle of feet and a flashlight glanced off the wall behind us. “Run!” Amilia hissed at me. We both broke into a run and did not stop until we reached the sewers. The man hole cover was just off to the right once we reached the ladder. Amilia went first, pulling herself up and over the opening. Then she reached down and grabbed my hand, pulling me out. “Stop!” Summer screamed. Amilia and I both kicked the lid back into place and then scrambled to the waiting car, throwing our bags into the back seat. Amilia did not even wait for me to close the door. She revved her car and we were then speeding down the forest trail and onto a deserted street, heading away from the manor. I breathed out a sigh of relief. “We did it!” Amilia said. I was about to answer when my phone buzzed.

“Oh no,” I mumbled.

“What?” Amilia demanded, looking in her mirrors. “Are we being followed? Is Elijah after us?”I shake my head.

"Elijah is calling me!” I reject the call, forcing my voicemail to pick it up. “He will be mad at you. He may even yell at yo. But he will get over it!” she reminded me. Somehow I could not bring myself to believe her. Elijah would be pissed. There was no getting rid of me now, even if he wanted to. I was marked. A marked She-Wolf is a claimed wolf. No matter where she is. No male can touch her. I shivered. It would be an act of war. I knew that did not stop some people. “He could still reject me,” I said in a low voice. Amilia shook her head. “No. He can’t,” she assured me. “You are Marked now and he will follow you anywhere, Faye,” she reminded me. I felt the Mark on my neck tingle and I was reminded how each time I had felt when Elijah had touched me. I smiled. I missed him already. It took all I had not to tell Amilia to turn back. I sighed. Amilia was right. Elijah would be angry that I had defied him. Yet he would get over it. I was not trying to be a smart ass. I knew better then that. I sighed and shook my head. I was trying to reason with my guilt. I would just have to trust that Elijah would understand. Then I remembered something. “Collin said something about Larson!” I said, turning to face Amilia. She nodded. “Yes. He escaped,” she said. “I am not sure how.”“That cell was under heavy guard! How did he get out?” I demanded. Amilia shrugged. “I have no idea. I heard some commotion below when I was on my way to your room but I ignored it,” she admitted. I sighed and my phone rang once more. “Elijah is calling again,” I said. I really wanted to answer. I just needed to hear his voice. I needed to tell him that I was safe and that everything was going to be fine after this. I needed him to understand why I had to go. I felt tears fill my eyes as I answered the call. I did not speak. “Faye?” Elijah demanded.Amilia shot me a look and then shook her head. “Faye!” Elijah demanded again. “I know where you are going and I am coming to get you!” he warned me. Amilia shook her head and then pulled out her own phone. “Elijah, I have to go!” I reminded him. I heard him growl into the phone and I closed my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I understand that but you should have told me you planned on leaving!” he growled. “Hunters are in the area and Larson is missing!” he snapped. I felt the blood drain from my face. “Hunters?” I demanded. I was almost set to have Amilia turn back but I pressed my lips together. “Please!” he pleaded, his voice low and broken, breaking my heart. “Please, Faye! Come home!”I shake my head, pressing my lips tighter together. “You know I can’t do that,” I reminded him. I heard him sigh. He was desperate now. He would say anything to get me to come back and forget this crazy mission. When I opened my eyes again, I felt hollow and empty. “I’m sorry, Elijah,” I said. Before he could say anything else I ended the call, rolled down my window and threw my phone out into the night. Amilia nodded and finished up one last text message and did the same.“He will track our phones to the point where we dropped them. He won’t be able to follow us,” she said. I bit my lip. “What about Summer?” I asked. Amilia shook her head. “She is a ground tracker. She will not be able to track us beyond the point of where we got into the car,” she told me. I nodded. I sighed. Had I thought of everything else? Did I really think this through? I felt uneasy when I thought of what I might find at my pack house. It has been sitting in the wilderness for over a year now. I had been at The Yansa Manor for about a month. I had been on the run for at least six months before The Hunters caught me and shipped me off to the pound. I shuddered. I did not want to think about that place. There were things at my old Pack House I needed to get. Some better clothes for one, Pictures of my parents. I glanced over at Amilia. “There are things I need,” I mumbled to myself. Amilia glanced at me. “What?” she asked. I shake my head. “Just talking to myself. Elijah will be on us soon. How much further to the airport?” I asked her. Amilia nodded to a sign we were passing. “Less than ten minutes,” she said as she shifted gears and sped up. I gulped. I had thought Elijah was the crazy driver of the two. Amilia was almost careless. Though I knew she was far from it. I should be feeling more at ease now that we were near the airport. However I was feeling more and more panic stricken the closer we got to the hanger. I was glancing behind me, looking out the window for headlights. “Calm down!” Amilia told me. “We will be gone before he reaches us!′ I nodded. “I will feel better once we are in the air,” I answered her. And then, before I turned to face the fount again, headlights flashed out into the darkness from behind us. Amilia jerked the car to the side and we were speeding down the landing strip towards an awaiting jet. Amilia slammed on the breaks and we both hopped out, grabbing out bags and rushing to the jet. I had been sure it had been Elijah. But when I heard the clicking of a gun, my heart dropped. I did not need to turn to know it was not the Pack. It was not Elijah. It was someone else. Only someone who would have a reason to carry a gun. I could smell the wolf’s bane from across the runway. “Hunters!” I screamed. I did not turn. I heard the shots ring out behind us and the plane was already moving while we were running up the steps. Amilia was in first and I flung myself into the aircraft, turning to pull the door closed. I was not as fast as I thought I would be. A dart hit my upper arm and I screamed in pain as the poison began to run through my veins. I huffed and pulled the heavy door closed. Amilia was at my side with a first aid kit before I could even ask for one. “Wolfsbane,” she growled as I gripped the feathered dart and yanked it from my skin. I clapped a hand to my bleeding arm and leaned against the wall. “I need you both in your seats!” the Captain asked. Amilia growled at him and I was surprised to see her eyes glowing and her teeth sharp. “Get this damn plane in the air now, or so help me, I will kill you and do it myself!” she snapped. The man looked at her horrified and turned to do as she asked but not before he shut the cockpit door and locked it behind him. “I think you scared him.,“I teased her, trying to be upbeat. Amilia shook her head and removed her belt from her jeans. “This is going to hurt and I need you not to fight me,” she said and she wrapped her belt around my arm and pulled it as tight as she could, cutting off blood, preventing the poison from going any further. I smiled a weak smile. “I have been through worse,” I reminded her. Amilia nodded and then bent her face over my wound and began to suck the poison from my body. Once she had a mouth full of blood, she would spit it out. She really had nor where to spit so it went on the floor. This went on for about fifteen minutes. My head began to feel heavy and I let it roll back against the wall. “Tell me when you start to feel dizzy,” she told me. I pried my eyes open. It took a few more seconds before I was really dizzy. I groaned and forced my head off of the wall. “The room is spinning,“I told her. Amilia sat back, running her hand across her mouth. “You should be OK. I am sure I got most of the poison out, however I am no healer,” she said. “You should sleep, though. You are going to need it.”I nodded and she helped me over to an already made bed. Amilia covered me up and then sat in the chair beside me. I laughed at her. “You really scared that guy,” I told her again. Amilia laughed at me a little. “Yeah well, he should have taken off when I told him too!” She turned to take a seat as the plane started moving. “Amilia, does it not bother you that there were hunters outside the Manor?” I asked her. She turned to face me. Her face was troubled. “And why did we not wait for morning like we were going to? I mean Elijah would have left and we could have just left the Manor undetected,” I reminded her. Amilia sighed and nodded. “Yes, well the fact that Larson was set free kind of messed things up,” she told me. “Someone must have gotten past the guards and freed him.”I nodded and sat up a little. I could feel my strength returning. “Or there is a mole,” I said as I swung my feet to the floor. Amilia was leaning back, looking out the window now. “You think so?” she asked me, looking back to face me. “I want to say that that is impossible however your theory makes sense to me. I wonder how Elijah will see it once we return home,” she mused. I sighed. Home. I missed it already. I missed Elijah. It was odd. The more I thought about him, the more wild and crazed my mind seemed to become. “Amilia? Have you found your Mate?” I asked her. She turned to look at me. “No,” she said. “I have not.”I nodded. Then there was no point in asking her. She would not know. She would not understand the mess inside my head. I laughed to myself. I was not sure anyone would understand the mess inside my head. Amilia took out her phone when it buzzed in her purse. “Collin,” she mumbled. I watched her face go from calm and relaxed to stressed and confused in a matter of seconds. “What?” I demanded, getting to my feet. Amilia shook her head. “This makes no sense!” she grumbled. “Collin says when he went to investigate Larson’s cell, he could only smell Larson. His scent is all over that cell. Yet the blood found inside the cell was not his!” she told me. I nodded, confused, not understanding what she was saying. My head was spinning too much. Amilia rolled her eyes at me. “Faye, there was blood inside the cell!” she said. “One scent! The scent was Larson but the blood was not his!”I gaped at her for a moment. “Just so I am understanding this correctly,” I said, getting to my feet and walking around the side table to sit beside her. “Larson was the only one in that cell, his scent is all over the cell but the blood is not his?”Amilia nodded. “Yes,” she said. We looked at each other for a moment. “Then who the hell does the blood belong to?”