Chapter Two: The Daughter of a Supernatural Criminal:

Now, back to where we left off.

With many, many, MANY, clothes in my walk in closet, I tapped my chin with my index finger, trying to decide which outfit to put together for the night.

Let's see.

"Do I want sparkles", I asked myself out loud, "Mmmm, no. Not tonight. Sorry jumpsuit. You're staying here for tonight."

But this little hybrid needs something edgier. Something as dangerous as me, yet elegant. Something easy on the eyes, yet hard not to touch. There are going to be many eyes on me tonight, and I don't even have to use my magic at all.

But only one pair of eyes is all I am really wanting to attract.

We met about a month ago, when I was run out on by my ex. I'll never see him again for a while, which was fine by me. More than fine actually. I don't know how I would take another exit like that again. I knew I was a villain in his eyes.

Anyway, Damion, my werewolf boyfriend who turned me from a day dwelling witch, to a night loving hybrid, was meeting me and my friends at an underground society named,' Lunar City', to a club called, 'Party Animal'.

And a perfect name for it too, because only werewolves are allowed. Now they are going to know a new face.

I'm an exception, for as you already know, I'm not a full werewolf, but I'm a born witch, then turned hybrid, so this will be my first time allowed into that club, which I am kind of nervous about only because I know some of the wolves that go there all the time.

And every werewolf that has a tattoo, I gave to them. They come to my tattoo shop called,'The Silver Needle'. Sometimes, they even ask me to use a silver needle to get branded with, just to see who is the toughest.

It's kind of like a game to them, but they still have to pay with money and pain. One time, the alpha of a pack would pick a design for me to brand on them. When it was drawn on a special paper, the stencil was transferred onto their skin, and I would get my silver needle out, and lightly drag it on the outline.

For this, I would have to open a window, because of the smoke that radiated out of the burning wounds. Depending how long the silver touched, it darkened, like shading.

Sometimes, even the alpha would ask me for a break.

Silver and werewolf skin is not really a good idea, but the wolves these days do it on a dare.

Anyway, my clients are going to get a heck of a surprise when they see me.

So, yeah. A lot of eyes are going to be on me, wondering what and how a witch was let into a werewolf club.

The plan was, Damion would be with me the whole time, or one of my friends would explain that I was half their kind, so I am technically allowed.

But first, I needed a statement outfit.

Searching harder than ever, I skimmed slowly until I found it.

The metaphorical angels sang and my closet chandelier seemed to,by my mental magic, shine brighter on it.

That next few minutes, I slipped into my party gear, did my makeup, the human way, and put on my heeled thigh high leather boots.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror and liked what I saw. I just hope he liked it too.

The doorbell rang and a knock on the front door drew my eyes away from my latest masterpiece. My heart was racing. I was one step closer to meeting my friends, who I haven't seen for a few months, due to my new allergies to cats.

I took one last at myself and went downstairs and opened the door to four well dressed women. Three were werewolves, and one witch, who just happened to be my older sister.

Jai, the alpha of the pack, was on her phone talking to what seemed like the voice of Damion, and as she was elbowed in the arm by Olivia, another member, she said to him,"Hey, I have to get off here, your girl's ready to go. And I think you are going to like what you see. And if I were you, I'd try to dress up. Because I think she's got you beat. Okay, see you there. Bye."

Jai hung up and put her phone in her back pocket. I wondered how she was even able to get it in there, seeing her tight leather jeans. Well I couldn't argue with that logic, because I was wearing ink blue leather, skin tight leather pants as well. Only the brown leather of hers were a perfect match to her flawless skin tone and mine clashed with my pale one.

My sister had told me that I have the skin of a vampire, and if I really was bitten by one, then no one would see me because it would be translucent.

Olivia's cousin Amber whistled at me as if to say 'hot mama'. I laughed, knowing that Damion was probably going to say some corny line, like whistle and say ,'Howl's it going?'

Now to any other person, that would be a turn off, but to me, I'd probably lose it and let my inner animal take over. I have one trait that no other wolf has.

Powers of a witch, and the will to turn by will at any time.

And also control over my own mind when I'm turned.

Jai turned her head slightly, showing off her scar by mistake. And my breath almost stopped right then and there. Her scar seemed like it was there since the day she was born. Almost like...

Oh, no.

This couldn't be.

Was my best friend the daughter of the werewolf named Robert? The man who was the most feared criminal in the supernatural and human world?

Humans didn't know what he was, but we did. Whenever he adds another member to the pack, he brands them as a child, so that they will never leave.

Alive anyway.

Panic rose in me, and by the look in her eyes, and the twitch of her nose, I knew she knew that I had fear in my scent.

I could smell it too, so I lied and said, "Man, I need to put on some more deodorant, because I can literally smell my own BO. Hey, Jai, will you come in and pick out a scent that Damion might like. I forgot to put some on, and I just remembered. Come on, we might be late."

"Okay, but I know that he doesn't like flowery scents. It messes with his nose."

As the rest of the pack and my sister waited outside back in the car, I invited the daughter of a man so powerful, one wrong word, and not even my magic can save me.