Amulet was the runt of her litter. As she grew a strange mark appeared on her right eye that once she reached maturity it began to cause complications and finding her mate only accelerated her complications. Now her and her mate Desmond are on the hunt to answer the enigma that is her birthmark. Little do they know following this trail will turn the hunters in the the hunted.

Runt

The soft sound of crackling wood woke Amy. She groaned as she opened her eyes, blinking to adjust to the bright fire in front of her. She sat up, and felt a soft material underneath her. Looking down at the rug she ran her hand over the surface. 


"You're awake?" A familiar voice spoke. Amy turned her head and saw Major sitting on a chair. The shine of silver caught her eye and she noticed he was polishing a gun. "20 years... it has been 20 long years since you mother first set out to splice our genes with that of animals. Of course she picked her favorite to start." 


Amy stared dagger at him as he spoke, she shuffled into a comfortable position but soon felt something cold and hard on her back. Major chuckled, "I wouldn't move around so much. After what your little 'boyfriend' did to my last guy, I'm just a little nervous as to what a hybrid like you can do. 


Chapter 23