Skaydal - Hybrid's Omega

Josiah I leaned back against the front door and listened as Zack’s truck faded in the distance. As soon as I could no longer hear the hum of the engine, I released out a surge of magical power that destroyed everything. The windows shattered and tore free from the panes. The artwork on the walls fell while the frames cracked and broke. The leather sofa split, and the cushions blew up, as feathers went everywhere. I squeezed my eyes closed as I sucked the magic back in, repairing everything as if nothing had happened. “I’ve been blessed with a mate,” I whispered as I slowly opened my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. After everything that I have been through, I never thought I would ever have someone. I never thought I would be blessed by being gifted a mate. I headed for the small guest bathroom and pushed open the door. I stared at my reflection as I turned on the cold tap. My dark brown hair had grown out since I had joined Skaydal and now fell in wavy layers around my face. My eyes shone a rich golden amber that gave away that I was part wolf. My skin was no longer pale but was now a healthy creamy tan. I shook my head as I bent down to rinse off my face. My hands trembled but I didn’t want to think about it. I couldn’t. Just because she was my mate didn’t mean that she wanted to be. Suddenly, I picked up on her scent. Her scent smelled like freshly cut grass and of the outdoors and I froze. She was here and I quickly shut off the tap and rushed to the front door. I pulled it open just as she was about to knock. Amani seemed surprised for a second before she smiled. “Hello mate,” she said cheerfully and all I could do was stand there and stare at her. Amani was tiny. Petite with a lean build and her caramel skin looked smooth and unblemished. Her long dirty blonde hair was tied back in a high ponytail that swayed with every move she made. Her eyes, a similar shade of golden amber, shone with curiosity and awe. “What are you doing here?” I snapped and I immediately cursed myself for being rude. “Is that like…a trick question or something?” she asked as she tilted her head to the side as she studied me. “No,” “Hmm, so can I come in? Or do you always let your guests hang around on your porch?” she asked as she glanced around her. She spotted the little lounging area and shrugged before she focused back on me. “No,” I said once again, and she frowned. “No? No, I can’t come in? Or no, you don’t always let your guests hang around on your porch?” “What do you want?” I slowly questioned as I folded my arms across my chest. “Um…again…is that a trick question? We are mates…or…you didn’t pick up on that?” “I did,” I said, suddenly wanting to reassure her that I was more than aware that we were mates. I forced myself to release the door and step back. Amani smiled brightly and stepped inside. I closed the door and turned to look at my home through her eyes. The open-plan living room and the kitchen was spacious. The light wooden floors gleamed from the natural sunlight that poured in through the windows. The walls were the same light wood and the artwork I had picked out was abstract and gave the area a feeling of warmth. The living room was snug with a brown leather L-shaped sofa with plenty of scattered cushions in various shades of white and cream. The coffee table was a concrete slab with a glass top, and it was currently littered with books and magazines. The TV was mounted on the wall above the fireplace and the lush brown rug fitted in perfectly. The kitchen – which was across from the living area – sparkled and gleamed. The appliances were new and barely used. The countertops were a varnished light brown, and the small square table was accompanied by two chairs. Beyond the living area was a guest bedroom and bathroom with a staircase that led up to the loft area on the second floor. Upstairs was the master bedroom with a small library area as well as an adjoining bathroom. “This is nice, real nice,” Amani said as she wandered further into the living space and looked around. I couldn’t help but admire and check her out. She was wearing a pair of light blue jean shorts which made her lean legs look long. She had on a pair of deep brown leather ankle boots with a matching corset top that hugged her small frame. “Thanks,” I muttered as I looked away from her. “Would you like something to drink?” I then offered and she spun around to smile at me. “Yeah!” she exclaimed, and I eyed her for a moment. Amani seemed oddly cheerful, but I wasn’t about to question her happiness. I snapped my fingers and the air around us sizzled with magic before a tray sat on the kitchen counter with a large glass jug filled with pineapple juice and two iced tumbler glasses. Amani gazed at the tray and then slowly looked at me. “What…are you?” “I’m a hybrid, half wolf, half warlock,” I said to her as I headed to the kitchen to pour the juice into the glasses. I handed one of the glasses to her and she accepted before taking a small sip. “Woah, ok…hybrid…” she looked suddenly uncomfortable, and I shook my head. I knew it was too good to be true. “And…like…ok, so your parents?” “Oh, um, my father was a wolf, and my mother was a witch,” I explained. “And they had me,” “Obviously,” she smiled just as her cheeks pinkened, and I felt oddly taken by this female.