6 - Hybrid Antara

***Three Years Earlier***

-Antara-

“Darn it!” I was swearing so bad while smashing the lower part of my palm to the steering wheel. Now it wasn’t a steering wheel anymore. It crushed into an eight number shape.

I didn’t care.

No one saw me in the middle of this Moon Goddess’ forsaken desert. I was in the Sabbatical Valley, looking for Demon Akheron to ask for help.

No one would see me that my power smashing the steering wheel wasn’t the power of a mere werewolf. It was the power of a hybrid. I was the hybrid, half-wolf and half-demon. I had been hiding my being a hybrid. They all knew me only as Alpha Antara from the Sommerset clan, the richest clan in Liberty City lucky enough not to be ruled and enslaved by the higher demons set the rules in Liberty City.

Though when there was no one around, I’d kill any demon approached with my demon power. The lesser the demon population, the better werewolves could survive in Liberty City. Though I didn’t know how they could keep on coming t