The Hybrid Project

How is this my life?

I had asked myself that about a million and two times in the last few hours.

Unfortunately, I had yet to receive an answer.

This was particularly inconvenient considering I was currently tied to a block of stone approximately six inches away from a man who could probably rip me in half with his bare hands.

He also had claws.

I felt that was worth mentioning.

They were very large claws...

So, naturally, I was trying not to stare at them.

Unfortunately, staring at the floor wasn’t much better.

Which brought me back to my original question.

How was this my life?

To explain that, I suppose I should start at the beginning.

My name is Mary May Mayhew.

I hate being called Mary.

I prefer May.

And, as it turns out, this was not the worst thing that was going to happen to me that year....