by Heather Hildenbrand
Hybrids. If I had to choose one word to sum up all of my problems, this would be it.
Without hybrids, I wouldn’t have to watch my best friend slowly becoming a monster. Without hybrids, I could let go of the mentality “hunt or be hunted.” I wouldn’t have to be on guard that losing my temper meant losing my shape.
I wouldn't have Wesley St. John.