It was autumn for hybrids, which meant it was hunting season for everything that wasn’t a predator, and all prey hybrids were on the menu. Predators, hunters, trappers— they were all on the prowl for one thing —and you just happened to be one of them. You kept to yourself, you kept your head down, and you avoided damn near everything.

Despite that, you found yourself subjected to the cruel hunting methods of anything that was out to get you. For days now, you had been tracked relentlessly, leading you to believe that it couldn’t have been a human. They tracked you day and night, set up intricate traps, and had your scent— it had to be a hybrid because that was the only thing that made sense.

Imagine your surprise when you find out just how wrong you were.

“Look at this ‘ere bonnie. Didn’t realize we were trackin’ a hybrid.” A man with a thick, Scottish accent speaks first, a wide grin on his face as he peered down at you; your body finally succumbing to exhaustion. You hadn’t a moment of rest and, when you thought it was safe, they had captured you; two human males.

“She’s cute, eh?” The man sucks on his teeth as he nudges his partner, a man dressed in black with a skull balaclava.