They began with different hues of green and yellow, a dry forest in the middle of winter, and slowly shifted to different hues of blue—eyes. The majority of the times she dreamed of them, the eyes were full of the same burning rage that ran through her veins. They shifted and swayed with flames, a sudden rage that couldn't be stilled. Wild. There were those certain times where those hues of blue were a glacier in the middle of the Arctic Sea, frozen forever in time. The hair was strands of gold, like hay that contained a soft summer's glow. At times, the hair was long, rendering to cheeks and neck, and then there were times where the hair was short, an evolving of time.

   The smudgy male she dreamed of was angelic, yet his eyes bore a hard expression, a warning of the devil beneath.

   Roseanne woke up with a start, the jeering of the car knocking her head against the glass. She blinked several times to take notice of her surroundings, realising that she was in the back seat of the van with Reese sitting beside her. His head was back against the seat, mouth open with little snores escaping. To his other side, Theo Gates played on his phone. She looked at the front of the car, seeing Nemiah driving and Agnes beside him. The woman pointed at things, softly muttering to her mate about them.

   Agnes glanced back and grinned widely. "You're finally awake," she said with amusement laced on her tongue. "You've been asleep ever since we left the restaurant this morning."

   "Where are we?" Roseanne stretched her legs as far as they would go between her and the seat. Her butt hurt from sitting too long, her right arm numb from pressing it against the wall of the car, and her throat felt dry. It had been several hours since the full moon passed since she woke up in the middle of the woods naked and covered in pine needles. As soon as everyone was counted for and dressed, they went out to eat at a local diner. While eating, Nemiah chose several people that would accompany him and Agnes to New Orleans. She happened to be one of the few that was chosen, something she regretted as soon as her name came from his mouth.

   "Montana," Nemiah answered as he lowered the volume of the radio. "We're close to Wyoming."

   "We're going to change drivers every once in a while," Agnes added. "I don't think Nemiah and I can drive for thirty-nine hours straight."

   "But you two were so impatient about wanting to see this hybrid baby," Roseanne mumbled, leaning her head back against the window. She felt the little shakes hitting against her skull, her teeth chattering with each bump. "I don't see what's so special about it."

   "It's a baby between a wolf and a vampire," Agnes said with pure wonder. "How can it not be special?"

   "Vampires can't reproduce," Nemiah joined. "So, how could this happen, huh?"

   "I don't know, why don't you ask it." She half-rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat, Reese's shoulder bumping against hers with every small movement. He was the only person where she didn't mind touching her, not even the brush of his skin against hers bothered her. Not one bit.

   "Don't be a smartass," Reese mumbled beside her, eyes still closed.

   "I'm serious," she continued, glancing from the pair in the front of the car to the man beside her. "I'm sure there was sex involved, but I mean, he's a vampire so how did it happen? They don't teach these things in Sex Ed."

   Reese snorted. "The American education has yet failed another."

   "You didn't finish high school, though," Theo joined as he pulled his earphones from his ears.

   "I know enough," she mumbled, her hands tightening into fists in her pocket. The memory quickly flashed in her mind, like passing through the pictures on her phone.

   "They say that he's a hybrid," Theo said in a low tone. "Sorry, the hybrid."

   "The hybrid," Nemiah hummed, the word hanging in the air. "Rumours about him go back centuries. Even my grandfather knew about him."

   "He hunted down werewolves to make them hybrids," Theo continued. "He fed them his blood and killed them, just like how vampires are made. When they woke up, they were different, both wolf and vampire. It didn't end well for them, something about their body opposing the transition."

   Roseanne hummed and made herself comfortable, as much as she could. "A hybrid walks into a bar—who will get out alive?" She closed her eyes and allowed the exhaustion to take over her very being. Sleep came too quick, a gentle serenade that played at her ears and her strained muscles.

   Her dreams weren't hues of green and blues, the strands of golden hair that seemed soft to the touch. No, her dreams were hues of reds. It was the colour of blood, but not the vivid red of freshly spilt but the browning of old blood. The air had a metallic taste, weaving its way through the air as if it were a gentle demon, motioning her to come closer and closer to the owner. She followed it, the hallway familiar like the lyrics to a favourite song. Her throat closed. The image in front of her was familiar: the blood in every corner, the scratches on the wall, the loitered bodies as if they were pieces of paper, the blue on their lips.

   It was a scene she had visited over and over again, and it terrified her how much she had memorised from it.

   Roseanne woke with a gasp, the air getting stuck in her throat and causing her to cough. She leaned up and pressed a hand to her chest, shutting her eyes. The image replayed behind her lids, over and over again. Blood. Scratches. Bodies. Blue. Her eyes opened wide, the image disappearing. In front of her was Agnes' seat, the back of her head swaying with the movements of the car. She stared at it, focusing on the different shades of yellow.

   "You okay?" Reese asked beside her, his hand on her thigh.

   She nodded as she breathed hard through her nose. "I'm fine."

   "I heard your heart," he said, soft, just loud enough for her to hear. "It was beating fast, too fast. It obviously wasn't a peaceful sleep."

   It took her a moment to steady her breathing. "I'm fine," she repeated, glancing over to him before looking back at the window.

   Reese hummed. "You don't look fine. In fact, you look like you're about to faint at any moment. Are you sick?" He laid the back of his hand on her forehead. "Do the bruises hurt a lot? Sorry for punching you that hard, it wasn't really my intention." He let his eyes move from hers to her stomach as if he could see through the two layers of clothing and assess the damage of her wounds.

"If you punched me that hard, it was." She shrugged her shoulders. "Don't worry about it, Reese. It happens every full moon."

   The drive continued until midnight. Nemiah stopped at a cheap motel and got one room. A limited budget meant everyone slept in one room, shared beds, and enjoyed the entertainment of each other until morning. Nemiah and Agnes claimed one bed, while Theo and Reese claimed the other. Roseanne watched as they all got sorted around, her hands closing into fists in the pockets of her hooded sweatshirt. She had always felt out of place whenever she was with them, even more as she stood to the corner and watched as they all manoeuvred around each other with perfect ease.

   The picture-perfect family. 

   Theo stopped and glanced back at her. "Rose," he called. "Why don't you take the bed? I'll take the sofa."

   She shook her head and sat down on the sofa, laying her bag beside her. There was still a lot of room left. "I'm fine here, don't worry."

   "No, really, take the damn bed." He grabbed his bag and moved to sit next to her, throwing himself down and letting out a huff of air with a grin. "I insist. Do you think I want to share a bed with Reese?"

   "You wish," the male scoffed the bed, grinning.

   Theo rolled his eyes and turned back to her. "Take the bed. You know you want it." He laid his hands behind his head and spread his legs in front of him. "It'll do you good for those bruises that have yet to heal. Sorry about them."

   Roseanne had fought Theo right after Reese, the hits fresher and harder than the male before. She could still feel the hits, the glare when she looked at Theo. They didn't bother her, in fact, it only made the rage in her blood boil into magma. She was glad that the pack considered her an equal, just as strong—if not stronger—than them.

   Her eyes shifted to the bed, the white comforter calling for her to lay down and close her eyes, sleep the night away. She slowly stood from the sofa and made her to the bed, feet dragging on the carpeted floor. When her body hit the bed, a sigh of relief left her lips. Her eyes closed and sleep took over. In the morning, she didn't remember what she dreamed about, but she knew that it contained the different hues of greens and yellows, the forest in the middle of winter and the golden hay coloured hair.

   As soon as they woke up, it was an instant breakfast and back to the car. She sat in the same seat, Reese in the centre and Theo to his other side. Agnes drove, insisting that she wanted to do something other than stare outside or at her phone. Nemiah sat in the passenger's seat, eyes glued to the GPS as he helped his mate navigate through the centre of the city.

   "What's so special about this hybrid, anyway?" Roseanne began, crossing her arms and leaning back on her seat. "He doesn't sound like a big shot to me."

   "That's because you haven't met him, Rose," Nemiah said, a hint of amusement laced on his tone. "As a vampire, he was dangerous. As a hybrid, he's eight times more dangerous."

   She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Not ten?" She raised a single brow. "I've seen you pull a heart from a vampire's chest, what makes him so different from any other bloodsucker?"

   Nemiah looked back at her. "He's an Original vampire," he concluded. "Compared to the ordinary vampires we've seen around and hunted, he's different. He and his siblings are powerful, feared by everyone: humans, vampires, witches, werewolves. We should probably fear him more now that he's also a werewolf."

   Roseanne watched him, the certain look of fright that flashed through his eyes as he spoke about this man. She thought he wasn't special, just a half-dead vampire who just happened to be part werewolf. It was then that she realised that it was his werewolf side that caused the pregnancy with the female. She almost gagged at the thought of sleeping with a bloodsucker, had hated them ever since she was attacked by one of them several months after she broke the curse.

   For a moment, she remembered the striking blue eyes and the blood-covered mouth that was spread into a smirk, fangs prepared to sink into her neck. And they did, for just a fragment of a moment. The pain of the pointed teeth digging into her neck was terrible, but she had pushed him away with ease and surprise. The vampire had been surprised as well. It wasn't until a growl escaped her chest and her eyes flashed golden that he realised he shouldn't have touched her. That night was the full moon, and once she turned she would have hunted him down.

   "You're afraid of him, yet you want to go down to New Orleans and see his offspring," she mused, rolling her eyes. "Great idea, Nemiah."

   Nemiah rolled his eyes and turned to the girl. "Klaus Mikaelson may know about your family, Roseanne," he said, sternly, to make it assertive that he was alpha and his say was final. "He's been on this earth for over a thousand years, he might know about them and why were they killed. Don't you want to know?"

   Roseanne swallowed. Her lips stayed in a straight line as his words echoed in her mind. Out of everyone, the hybrid that had been alive for over a thousand years was bound to know something. Anything. She would push back that small bite of fear to be near him, to ask him if he knew anything about her family.