"Your eyes..." she whispered ignoring the warning signs of his anxious distrust. She leaned closer to him. "You, you're a hybrid? I've never met another before..."<br/><br/>Kneeling down near him she reached out slowly, slowly enough for him to push her hand away, and pushed some of his hair out of his face. "I know what it's like to always have people after you. That's why I live out here. Look," with her other hand she pulled up her shirt to reveal three long and jagged scars that marred the left side of her rib cage.<br/><br/>"Werewolf got me. I was five years old. Never really healed right because it got infected really bad and now I'm stuck with this scar."