Tragically, yes. Koen sounded disappointed.
Though his Vampyre and Human accomplices may have had something to do with it. His death is very fortuitous for them.
My demure nod and murmured “Yes. May he rest in peace” should earn me several acting award statuettes. “He knew that I was half Were.”
“How?”
“That, we’re still researching. Unfortunately, I don’t have many memories of the first few years of my life, or of my parents. All we know is that by the time I was seven, I was living in a Human orphanage in The City. I suspect that through some routine checkup, one of the doctors realized that I was part Were and alerted Governor Davenport.” None of what I just said is a lie, which is highly unusual on my part.
“And what did Governor Davenport do?”
“At the time, he knew I was genetically half Were, but I presented as Human. Still, he thought it best to keep an eye on me.”
“And that’s why you grew up in the Vampyre Collateral’s mansion, as Misery Lark’s companion. She was the second- to- last Collateral before the program was discontinued.”
“Correct.”
“And when did you start exhibiting Were traits?”
“About two years ago.”
“By then, you were living freely in Human society, correct? Was Governor Davenport still watching you?”
I nod. “He had me abducted and imprisoned for several weeks.”
“Why?”
“I believe he felt threatened by the Human public’s possible reaction to my existence. At the time, Maddie Garcia’s gubernatorial campaign was picking up steam, and she was later elected. It was clear that many voters wanted to see some change in the Were-Human relationships, and Governor Davenport thought my presence might galvanize them even more.”
“Did he act alone?”
“As far as I know.” Blatant erasure of the Vampyres and Weres he was in cahoots with. I’m sure I’ll hear all about it when we meet again, in hell.
“How did you get free?”
Oh, boy. “I shifted to wolf form and escaped.”
“So you are able to shift?”
“I am.” Is it a lie? I’m not even sure anymore. “But it’s a new skill for me.”
“In what ways are you Human?”
“Well, my blood is red. My strength and senses acuity are somewhere in the middle between a Were and a Human’s.”
“I see. Serena, this must all be very painful to relive- thank you for sharing it with us. What about the rumors that there are others?”
“Others?”
“Other hybrids.
The Herald’s article suggested that you might be one of two.”
And this, this, is the real reason I’m here. Everything else- Maddie, peace, reforms, public opinion . . . well, it all matters. But not as much as shoving the spotlight away from Ana.
That’s why I spent the last week leaning across the porcelain sink of Lowe’s bathroom, rehearsing my frown until it was flawless. When I see it furrow my brow on multiple screens, I decide that all that practice was worth it. “If there are other hybrids, I’ve never heard of them. But I’d love to meet them.”
The interviewer leans forward a little, ready to dig. I recognize the ambitious gleam in her eyes, the thrill of the chase. I was like her. I used to ask the hard questions. I wanted the truth.
Now all I want is to get this over with.
“The article that outed you,” she says, “alleged the existence of a younger female hybrid, one who lives with the Weres.”
“Oh, right. Yes.” I force a kick of understanding to spill onto my expression. “I wonder if the source was mistaken. What was said about the other Were used to be true of me when I was younger . . . Maybe that’s where the confusion originated?” I shrug cluelessly.
“The article itself did state that the source could not provide evidence on the existence of this second hybrid,” the interviewer agrees. My posture doesn’t change, but I feel my muscles melt into the chair.
I had a single fucking job, and I did it. I’m so ready to go home and throw up in the bathtub, but this lady is still asking questions. “. . .you’ve been staying with the Southwest pack. Do you miss living among the Humans?”
“Yes, of course,” I say, instead of a more truthful
Not at all.
The thing is, Humans have been less than outstanding to me of late. My former colleagues at
The Herald wrote an op- ed about feeling betrayed and traumatized by the way I “deliberately misrepresented” myself “in a professional setting, no less.” A waiter from a restaurant I never even set foot inside went on record about the time I ordered a steak and promised a 40 percent tip to make it extra rare. Pete, an engineer I went on three dates with, sold his story to a tabloid.
I always suspected there was something wrong about her. She didn’t seem to enjoy what most women do. His dick, he meant. I can’t believe I’m getting internationally dragged for refusing to screw a guy who told me that I looked just like his mother.
So, yeah. Humans are on my shit list, and I don’t miss them. What I do miss is the period of my life in which the word problem could apply to the printer not working.
“However,” I add, “I’m very grateful for the opportunity to spend time with Weres and learn their customs.”
“And what do you say to those who believe that hybrids such as you are a threat to society and should be eliminated?”
I smile pleasantly, like she didn’t just ask me,
What’s it like when people want to watch you croak with their beady little eyes? Gotta love journalism. “They are free to believe what they like. But centuries of conflict have benefited no one except those in power. I think that the genetic bridge between the two species could be the harbinger of a better future.”
There are a few more softballs, and I spout a few more platitudes, which should get me a seven-figure aphorism book deal any day now. Once the interview ends, Koen waits for me on the side of the stage, looking as pleased as ever.
Which is not at all.
“Are you her, um, Alpha?” the interviewer asks, taking him in. She smells terrified. And aroused.
“Sure,” Koen drawls, right as I snort, “He’s more like my babysitter.”
“And she’s more like a pain in my- “
“Let’s go,” I nearly scream, tugging at the sleeve of his plaid shirt. He’s the only person in the building not wearing business attire. I’d say he didn’t get the memo, but knowing Koen, he sent it back with
I do whatever the fuck I want scribbled all over it. In blood, most likely.
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