The Rejected Hybrid
I sigh, telling dad with mixed emotions.
As soon as we arrive home, the familiar routine kicks in. We quickly make our way inside, our footsteps echoing through the empty hallway. The anticipation of our upcoming training session hangs in the air, fueling our every move.
After completing my preparations, which involve gathering my training gear and mentally preparing myself for the intense session ahead, I make my way to the kitchen. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers, a comforting aroma that fills the room. I reach into the refrigerator and grab a blood bag, a necessary source of sustenance for our kind. Placing it in the microwave, I set the timer and wait for it to warm up, the an
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