Melody Reese

"A hybrid," I said it aloud, looking at the pack compound through the infirmary patient room window. The sun was occluded by dark clouds, unlike when I woke up earlier while it was still grazing us with its rays.

"How you feeling?" my father asked out of nowhere, making me jump with a gasp.

"Dad." I breathed, raising my hand to my chest.

"I'm sorry for startling you." He closed the door, then moved to the window. He was dressed in khaki trousers and a t-shirt, looking quite good for his age.

"It's okay.  Physically... I am okay; I am good as new. Astra healed me before I...