Hybrid (A SwanQueen Story)

2. She came

As I close the door, my heart races.

 She came.

She truly is his mother.

"Henry, Come down here!" I shout towards the stairs.

I hear his little footsteps race down the steps.

"Was it really her?" He questioned passionately.

My heart sank with the excitement in his voice.

"It was," I said looking at the floor.

"I'm meeting her tomorrow to talk more."

"She doesn't know, does she?"

"No, I don't think so. She seemed solely focused on you."

"What are you going to say?"

"Henry, it's late. You have school tomorrow." I gesture for him to go back to bed.

He reluctantly went up the stairs and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Emma Swan.

I had known for some time about her but it seemed too soon. 

The prophecy had seemed ages away, but now reality had just stared me in the face. 

Her blood was clearly mixed, the intoxicating scent of hybrid blood filled my nostrils as I opened the door only minutes ago.

The ability for Henry to smell her too was astonishing.

He was only a child. He knew too much for my liking. 

I don't know which kind of hybrid. I couldn't pinpoint which type, maybe tomorrow I'll get a better reading. 

But Wolf was definitely in the equation. It was a full moon after all and she was drenched in the post-transformation smell.

Covering up the other half.

Where did this woman come from?

I'll be sure to find out more information tomorrow.

I call Granny and tell her the situation.

"Expect a blonde in a red leather jacket, don't say anything about the town. Or me. And for the love of God, don't get the crossbow."

She growls on the other side but agrees, and I hang up.

I make my way to the stairs.

Goodnight, Miss Swan.