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Seeing him — that traitor — so close to Inferni and his home enraged Hybrid. He had experienced anger before; in fact, it was the sole emotion that drove him to fight. He could muster up enough hatred at any moment to propel himself into battle. It was one of the few emotions he knew and understood. But here, now, he did not need to create it. He could feel the violence coursing through his veins as he stared at the traitor. Hybrid could not even say the man's name. He would not. He refused. The traitor had lost his right to hold a name long ago, when he had forsaken Inferni for a wolf. Hybrid loathed the creature with such a vengeance that he begin to shake ever so slightly. His limbs felt heavy and hot, and he was ready to jump in and attack the thing at a moments notice.
The traitor had returned. He was far from Inferni's borders, but still too close for Hybrid. The traitor had no right to even exist on the peninsula. Hybrid remained silent, still staring at the ex-Lykoi and ex-Infernian. When he could stand it no longer, he called out to his former lover in a voice strangled by hated.
"Traitor," he demanded loudly, addressing the coywolf. Now that he had said the creature's name, he knew not what to do. He wanted to attack him, but the traitor was on a car, and that was not an opportune stage for a fight. "Get down from there so I can kill you," he stated, making sure his intentions were crystal clear. He wanted the traitor to be able to face his death knowing he had been warned, and knowing he’d had a chance to escape. Hybrid wanted to tear him limb from limb knowing the traitor shared his knowledge. He needed the traitor to understand how much he loathed him. Hybrid wanted the traitor to feel it when he bit into his flesh and ripped him apart. Hybrid needed this.
